james and his friends went to a laundromat you only tagged along because you love being near your boyfiend and you just follow him around everywhere.

while his friends were being goofy and causing a commotion, you and him were in the corner of the laundromat being the lovebirds you are.

"you still haven't told me, what's your favorite color?" you ask.

he looks down at your blue shirt and smirks. he boops your nose, knowing how much it annoys you.

"blue," he says, earning a groan from you.

"like actually! why do you always d-"

you were interrupted by him stuffing some cheerios that he was snacking on in your mouth. you blink in suprise, slowly cheeing it.

"atta girl," he teases, knowing you'd get even angrier. he points and laughs at you, knowing he'll have to brace for impact soon.