The light from your laptop was the only thing illuminating your dark and silent living room right now. Your physics teacher had assigned some work for you to accomplish, and being the procrastinator you are, you decided to get started the day before it was due. To make things uglier, it was Monday. Everybody. Hates. Mondays. You felt like grabbing one of your pillows and screaming all of your troubles into it right now.
Just when you thought things couldn't get any worse, the lights were flicked open and Gilbert showed up in front of you, holding a bouquet of fuchsias.
"Surprise, fräulein!" His eyes were closed in delight as his signature smirk was plastered over his pale face.
Normally, you would have squealed and tackled him to the ground. But seeing as though stress had already taken control, you simply sighed and resumed to finishing your work on the computer. You had no time right now to talk to your boyfriend.
"What do you want, Gil?" You sharply asked him.
"Woah, someone's being harsh!" He pouted while setting your bouquet onto your marble counter top.
Sighing shamefully, you glanced over at the albino and shook your head sideways gently.
"I'm sorry for being snappy. It's just that one of my teachers is being a real dick by giving me loads of work to finish up by tomorrow morning... And I kind of procrastinated these past few weeks. So if you don't mind," you turned your back to him, "I would like to finish this ASAP."
Gilbert eyed you up and down before smirking evilly. He saw this as a perfect opportunity to annoy the hell out of you. Your eyes were glued to your computer screen, not noticing the albino sneaking up behind you. Out of nowhere, you felt something poke your cheek. You looked down and saw his slim finger repeatedly jabbing you in the cheek and on the side of your head. Letting a low growl escape your throat, you ignored him and carried on with your homework.
Gilbert frowned, seeing as though you chose to block him out. Determined to make you crack, he grabbed the nearest pillow and raised high up into the air before swinging it on you several times. You huffed at his immaturity and ducked before he could hit you again. With your hand, you pulled it away from his grasp and threw it on the opposite side of the living room.
Your boyfriend stared at the pillow and pouted. You weren't having any reaction to him disturbing you. Which was weird, considering you were probably the least patient person in the world. It looked like you weren't giving him the satisfaction tonight. He humphed and ran towards your couch. Head first, he dived into the free spot next to you. With his two hands, he grabbed you by the waist and snuggled his head into your stomach. You moved a bit, not really comfortable in this position. But you let him be.
Gilbert tried tickling your sides as well, but to no avail. Frustrated, he got up and crossed his strong arms over his chest. Why weren't you getting irritated by him?
Suddenly, a somewhat genius idea made its way into his head. He dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a hand full of ice cubes from your refrigerator. You, still fully focused on your physics homework, didn't see him coming up from behind the couch. Swiftly, he pulled the top of your shirt away from the back of you neck and dropped the freezing ice down your back.
Your eyes widened almost instantly and you let a very loud shriek escape your lips before throwing the laptop to your side and jumping up from your place on the sofa. You jumped all around the place, desperately trying to get the ice out of your shirt. Your moves resembled the ones from Michael Jackson' Thriller dance, which sent Gilbert to the floor, laughing like a madman. When you finally got rid of the cold ice cubes, you glared at Gilbert and stomped your way towards his crouched form.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR? WERE YOU TRYING TO GET MY ATTENTION, BECAUSE IF YOU WERE, YOU CERTAINLY DID A GOOD JOB! I SWEAR TO GOD, YOU CAN ACT SO CHILDISH SOMETIMES, GIL! COULDN'T YOU SEE I WAS BUSY?! YOU LITTLE BASTARD! WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU!" Gilbert wiped a fake tear away from his eye and smiled at you. He got up but you grabbed him by the shoulders.
"I'M GONNA KICK YOU IN THE NUTS SO HARD, YOUR OWN CHILDREN ARE STILL GOING TO FEEL IT WHEN THEY COME INTO THE WORLD!"
Proud of himself, Gilbert just smirked at your little tantrum.
"Don't you mean our own children?" He leaned in so his lips could come in contact with yours. His hands grabbed you by the waist once again and he pressed his body against yours. Surprised by this, your hands went from his shoulders to the back of his head and you relaxed in his embrace.
When he pulled away, you thumped the side of his head which made him wince.
"Hey, why'd you thump me?" He complained.
"That was for dropping a full load of ice down my back. Now I'm freezing." He cocked his head to the side and snickered.
"Want me to warm you up?" You thumped him again but harder.