He felt his side being poked, he turned around to see you looking up at him with puppy eyes... He knew you were about to ask something stupid. "What now?" He was annoyed. "I want Ice cream.." You muttered, snuggling in his hoodie. "No." He turned over, hearing your whines for your cravings. "But Ice Cream!" "It's midnight! We can't get Ice cream..." Next thing he knew, he was outside of a McDonalds next to you. You were licking your ice cream cone and holding his hand.