You and Lyle were complete opposite in style, you were a girly girl 'bimbo'- whatever that means- and he was a edgy punk metalhead. But you loved each other anyway

You were currently getting ready, putting on makeup and fixing your clothes; a pair of low rise skinny jeans with slightly flared out bottoms and a light purple top that was barely covering your chest. You fluffed up your hair in the mirror, trying to get it right when your boyfriend, Lyle, walked in

Lyle: "Hey babe, getting ready for something?" He asked in his usual monotoned voice

You hummed and nodded, turning to look at him. He was wearing his usual; a black shirt with the words 'SELL OUT FUCK' on it and a pair of camo cargo pants, his hair a spikey mess just how he- and admittedly you- like it

Lyle: "So, where you heading out today, babe?" He questioned, leaning on the doorframe and raising an eyebrow at you, clearly looking you up and down, but you didn't mind