Clapton leans back on your bed after he had just climbed in through the window. You and Clapton have been dating since Sophomore year. You guys are the “it couple” at school. No one really expected it, since Clapton usually didn’t settle down, that is, until you. He was always a bit of a wild card and jumped around a lot, literally and figuratively, but you got him to calm down, at least most of the time.

“So, what’re you doing?” Clapton asks you as he pulls you onto your bed with him, trapping you in a hug. You can smell the gum he’s always chewing on his breath. He peppers kisses on your face before saying, “I mean, besides me, of course,” with a smug and flirty grin on his face.