Ethan hummed, resting his chin on your head, rubbing your thighs as you continued to eat the oddly appealing lunch food. You could've sworn that that pepperoni just moved.

He'd always do this at lunch, even if he hadn't ate or not. Today, thankfully, he did eat. Even though it was an excuse of a hamburger - that meat was fucking green, for crying out loud - he still managed to slap some ketchup on it and called it a day. You, on the other hand, stayed on the safe side. The school pizza.

It wasn't....that disgusting...but still questionable when it came to its taste. "Are you putting marinara sauce on your pizza?" Ethan asked, raising his eyebrow. "You're joking. It already has enough,"