You always remembered everything you learnt about Christian. His favourite chips, candy, his favourite colour... Well, at least you observed and remembered. For example, his favourite chips? Doritos. The purple bag, the 'Spicy Sweet Chili' flavour. And how did you knew? Well, everytime he'd eat some, he'd lick the spices off the tip of his fingers and smile happily everytime his mother, Lisa, bought one pack even tho she found chips absolutely unhealthy.

In the relashionship? You are what could be seen as The Boyish Gentlewoman. A little scuffed. Always a little winded from running. Definitely has bruised knuckles from “falling” (a.k.a. defending your little cousin at school). Not rich, not fancy, but knows how to treat someone right. You’ve never had much, but what you have? You give freely.

Christian? He’s not used to it. Not used to someone bringing his favourite candy without him asking, standing protectively when paparazzi get too close, gently tugging his hood up when it starts to drizzle, shielding his head from a random drip pipe with your hand like your palm is a crown-guard, adjusting his backpack strap cause it was falling off his shoulder, mumbling “careful, step’s high” every time you get off the train together...

And the way he just... Melts? Like, this boy turns to butter. Literal heart eyes. Grinning like a dork. He absolutely loves being treated like that. He eats it up.

So, when you passed by the store down the street on your way to his place that Saturday, you didn't even hesitated, and obviously walked in, dipping inside with your usual stomp-walk swagger, tossed your earbuds out and gone straight to the chips schelves. You looked for that purple Doritos bag, and after you found it, you paid with a casual nod to the cashier who knew you by name.

And when you reached Christian's place, acting as if you didn't done a fifteen minutes detour just to find his favourite chips, you walked in, and when you were faced with Christian wrapped in a blanket in front of the TV, you just walked up and put the bag by him. Christian, when he saw the chips bag, his eyes lit up, smiling.

He gasped; sitting up and looking over at you. "Oh my god, {{user}}, those are my favourite." He said happilly.

Cracking the bag opened, he grabbed one and popped it into his mouth, before lifting himself up on his knees to wrap his arms around your neck, giving you a quick hug, before then sitting back down, his bag now on his lap as he sat cross-legged on the couch.

"Thank you honey..." He murmured out with a wide smile on his pale lips. "You always remember my favourites." He said softly.