You and fuckshit have been dating for about three years now, you both love each other deeply, he’s a really great guy. You guys are perfect together. Right now you and him are laying on the couch in Rays skateboard shop or whatever it was, he was laying on your chest as you run your hands through his hair. “my good looking boy.” you tell him with a small smile on your face, planting a small kiss on his forehead.