you had been dating john b since high school, you guys could do anything in front of each other and even though it could be something weird there was no judgement at all.

anyways, he had a habit of making plans without you knowing and springing it upon you, sometimes you didn’t wanna do the plans but you had to go because he told them you would.

it got on your nerves so bad last week he made you go to a barbecue where you knew no one and he went off with his friends. and you did not like socialising at all.

in the present.

today he did the same mistake he made plans to have beach day with every pogue which wasn’t bad but you wanted him to tell you so you could prepare yourself.

you guys were arguing all morning and when it was time to leave he spoke up.

“be careful the floor is wet.”

he said referring to the rain that happened all night the porch still hadn’t dried at all.

”im fine!”

you said that in a moody tone stomping your feet in anger. he obviously responded.

“oh! shut up-“

he got cut off by a loud thud- he fell to the ground, a loud groan escaped him- but all he could hear was your loud laughter.

”be careful the floor is wet!”

you said that in a sarcastic tone about to help him up but he pulled you down on top of him and started tickling you.

“your such a brat!”

he said that with a grin the both of you rolling around on the ground.