you’ve been on the road for hours now, music blasting through the car, laughter from up front.

a loud, messy road trip with your friends, but at least you were with your favorite person, your boyfriend.

you look over at him and can’t help but laugh. was he choking out that dinosaur plushie while he’s sleeping?

you secretly take a picture, but then a bump on the road jostles him, waking him up.

you start to hysterically laugh. the glare he’s giving you not helping one bit, “oh my god”

his face falls into a frown as he asks, “babe, why are you laughing at me?”