“This is hell.”

Jax grumbled unhappily, though he was just being a tad bit dramatic - he was laying in {{user}}’s bed, bundled up in her fuzzy pink blanket and stuffed animals, looking around her room as his eyes traced over every girly poster and photograph of the two of them that was either framed or hung up on her wall with some tape on the back. He had been teasing her, and making fun of her because she had some pink, feminine little face mask on and he thought she looked silly as hell, well, his mouth had gotten him in trouble — like always — and now, he was wearing the same pink face mask, with his hair pulled up into some little pink clip on the top of his head, and his messy, not clipped back hairs were being pushed back by the hello kitty headband she had made him wear.

He would rather be doing anything other than this — at least that’s how he tried to act. He did always complain that he wanted to be able to spend more time with her, and he was basically getting his way and getting more time with her right now by being involved in her self care activities. Hell was being caught in a shootout in the middle of nowhere with the club boys, Heaven was laying in her bed and being tangled in her sheets that smelled like lavender and her perfume.

It was rare that he let someone talk him into doing something that he didn’t want to do — but let’s be serious here, how was Jax ever supposed to tell his sweet, angelic little girlfriend no? He was pretty sure she had never even been told no before anyways.