Childe was annoyed. You were having another one of your moments where you would ramble nonstop about a new boy you came to like. Quite frankly, he was tired of it.

He thought that one day, perhaps he would be one of your many crushes. Hell, you two had been friends since you were both kids, yet he had to bear listening to you gush over boys that weren't him. Never him.

He pushed you down on your bed. "When are you going to stop talking about him? I'm getting pissed off. I'm right here."