*Troye's POV*

I woke up hours before Tyler the next morning, stirred by the sound of the door shutting at around 6am. I was worried before remembering his mother was working backshift, then I was just overtired and grumpy. I couldn't get back to sleep now though, of course not, because my lovely boyfriend had stolen every blanket on the bed and cocooned himself in. And as much as I wanted to be mad at him, I couldn't. Not when he was all cuddled up like that, practically smiling in his sleep. Even when I tried to roll away from the cuddling embrace we had going on, his hands needily reached out for me and he whined quietly in his sleep.

So instead I laid there freezing my ass off for the entire morning, using the time to think rather than just sit there grumpy over the situation. I started out thinking about my upcoming trip with the family, then about what Tyler and I would do today, then just Tyler in general. That wasn't surprising though, that's where my thoughts always ended up. The surprising thing was that I never got bored, finding infinite interesting things to think about him.

I wanted to do something special today, like a date but without actually having to ask him because that'd make it too formal. Figuring out what to do and where to go was what took the longest, debating everything from a second skating trip to going to a movie. But who wants to do those things as soon as they wake up in the morning? We needed something more leisurely. What's something lazy Tyler loves to do? It took me less than a second to come to a conclusion after wording it that way, my lips turning up into an eager smile before I could stop them.

After deciding what I wanted to do there was absolutely no waiting around patiently anymore, squirming eagerly in the bed next to Tyler. I huffed loudly in frustration after trying and failing to find a comfortable position yet again, deciding my best option at this point would be to just wake up Tyler. Even if it was just to get him to hand me a corner of the blanket, it'd be better than being cold and bored.

I wedged myself closer to him, settling my hand on the square of his chest actually left exposed and not covered by his abundance of blankets. I ran it over his chest in a comforting gesture, trying to ease him into consciousness rather than rush it. I craned my neck to place a light kiss to his cheek, watching the way he scrunched his nose up in his sleep. A toothy smile broke out across my face now, unable to fight it the longer I looked at him.

He looked so peaceful and adorable while asleep, looking somehow older without his glasses on. I debated it for only a second before rolling over to straddle his waist, immediately picking up where I'd left off and peppering his face in feather-light kisses.

"Mmm." He groaned, shifting underneath me. I couldn't figure out whether he was trying to push me off or pull me closer, and judging by the amount of time it was taking him to get his arms out of the blanket cocoon, I might not find out any time soon. Instead I just continued kissing down his jaw, being gentle when I reached his neck and noticed all the hickeys littering his pale skin.

I smiled excitedly when he finally got his hands out, the expression dimming when he reached over his head rather than for me. I figured it was his glasses he was going for, rolling my eyes when he instead grabbed the pillow I'd used and shoved it over his face with a grumpy-sounding grunt.

"Wake up!" I whined insistently, bringing my hands down to pound playfully at his chest. Realizing he still had no intention of joining the world of the living, I started to tear his blankets away from him. Despite his grumbles of protest, he didn't actually try to stop me, letting me strip them completely off of him with only a bit of struggle. I tossed them onto my abandoned side of the bed then, settled back down on his waist and arching my eyebrows when I felt his morning hardness pressing against me. 

He rolled his hips upward almost lazily, the smirk on his lips just barely peeking out from below the pillow. I quickly shuffled back to sit on his thighs then, not wanting to encourage his mindset. "That is not what I had planned."

"Plans can change." He defended, hands sliding out from under his head to land on my thighs, slowly moving them up and down. I shook my head, settling my hands on top of them and lacing our fingers together.

"Tyler, not right now." I said calmly, trying not to feel bad when I watched his lips fall into a pout. He obediently stilled his hands though, nodding once in acceptance of my words.

"Fine, but if that's the case don't expect me to get up for another hour." While he chuckled slightly at the words, they didn't necessarily sound sarcastic. I had no doubt in my mind that he'd fall back asleep immediately even without the blankets if I didn't pull something quick, my mout moving before my brain as I blurted my plans I was supposed to keep secret from him. 

"What if I offered to take you out for breakfast?" It was supposed to be a surprise. I was going to get him up and into the car with no idea where I was taking him, but I guess it wasn't a total loss. He still didn't know where we were going to eat, and chances are this was the only thing capable of getting him up anyway. 

He hummed thoughtfully as if considering whether it was worth getting up or not, an impatient huff leaving my lips as I leaned back over him. I settled against him with my elbows holding my upper half up, kissing at his collarbone now. I kissed right up his neck to the base of his ear, sucking the lobe between my teeth before whispering the clincher of my argument. "All you can eat."

"You'll be broke by the time I'm done." He muttered, the beginning of defeat starting to show in his voice. I grinned cheerily, deciding to risk it as I lifted the pillow off of his face. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter in response, like the sun was literally hurting him, but he didn't make any move to grab the pillow again.

"That's okay, you're worth it." I assured him, letting my hands find his face and cup both of his cheeks. I ran my thumb over his prominent cheekbone, leaning down once more to peck our lips together before I rolled off of him onto the empty bed beside him. He sighed loudly at the loss of contact, the noise trailing off when I jumped up and threw the curtains shut.

I looked back to him for approval, my stupidly cheerful grin returning when I saw his eyes were finally open. He yawned loudly as he kept eye contact with me, moving to stretch himself out immediately afterward. I watched as he lifted his arms high over his head, lifting his hips and stretching his back out at an awkward angle. I guess it did the trick though, considering he was finally sitting up seconds later. He rubbed his eyes wearily, moving his hands away after what felt like ages and letting his gaze drift over to me.

I watched as he raked his eyes over my frame, blushing slightly as I realized just how little I was wearing right now. I watched his eyes visibly darken as they reached my hips, my hand quickly skirting to cover up the bulge in the front of my briefs. He only seemed to be pressed forward by my flustered state, smirking as he let his eyes lock with mine.

"What about after breakfast? What are we doing then?" His gruff tone made it quite clear what he was hoping for us to do, but I decided to tease him a bit. I knew damn well we'd be doing whatever he wanted to after breakfast, considering I couldn't say no to him ever and hold my ground, but he didn't have to know that.

"We'll see." I answered instead, walking to his dresser and rummaging for clothes like I owned the place. I chose my favorites, not even asking for his permission before shrugging the outfit on. I purposely kept my back turned to him as I did, embarrassed to be under his gaze like this even after the things we'd been doing together. This was different, sort of.

I did turn back to him when I was finished though, not at all surprised to find his eyes already on me. I stuck my tongue out at him, gesturing for him to get off the bed already as I started out of the room. "I'll wait for you in the kitchen. Hurry up."

"Fine." He sighed loudly, clearly not very impressed by being left alone. I didn't care though, knowing I had to get out of here relatively quick. We still had a bit of a drive to get to my desired location, and knowing Tyler he'd be throwing a fit over how hungry he was if we waited too long.

I walked down the length of the hallway, only stopping when I slipped into the porch and pulled both of my shoes on. I walked back into the hall then, standing on the welcome mat as I looked between the kitchen and the living room for Jackie. I wasn't at all surprised to find her passed out on the couch snoring softly, knowing just how crazy her hours had been last night. She actually looked a lot like Tyler when he was asleep without his glasses, something I'd never really noticed before. I got so caught up in comparing the two I almost didn't notice when the actual Tyler walked in, jumping when he squeezed my shoulder in greeting.

I turned to return the gesture, freezing as I watched his eyes fall on his mother's sleeping form. Concern flooded through them, his hand immediately slipping off of me before he walked back into a room I'd never been in before. His mother's room, I figure. 

My thoughts were confirmed when he came back with a big blanket, tossing it over her before taking the time to adjust it and tuck her in. I watched with my lips in a tight line as he brushed her hair back out of her eyes, an unimpressed sigh leaving his lips.

"She's always falling asleep here, it's not good for her back." He muttered distractedly, voice so quiet I had to wonder if he was talking to himself. He didn't follow-up the statement, and I still wasn't entirely sure he'd been talking to me, but I decided to reply anyway. More to grab his attention back than because I was actually invested in the topic.

"She'll be fine, Ty." I said, stepping closer to him and wrapping my arms loosely around his waist from behind. I rested my chin on his shoulder, taking a deep breath before continuing. "Come on, we'll leave her a note in the kitchen."

"Fine." He sighed, breaking out of my grip to bound into the kitchen. I followed after him a bit slower, walking into the other room only to lean against the counter as he hurriedly scrawled out a note on some paper. I wasn't sure exactly what he was putting but I figured it didn't matter too much as long as she knew we were out somewhere and approximate time for how long we'd be.

He dropped the pencil after a few seconds, struggling for a few seconds to pick up the paper before turning to face me. He flashed me a wide smile before trudging past me to hang it on the fridge, giving a single nod of completion before turning to actually give me his attention. The stupid giddy feeling that found me every time I saw him returned like always, my expression matching the way he made me feel. His lips quirked up into a smug smile in response, clearly enjoying my lovesick eyes on him.

"What?" He asked expectantly, like he thought I'd have a reasonable explanation of why I couldn't tear my eyes off of him. There wasn't any way to explain it, I just couldn't. Well, I guess if I wanted to get really descriptive and sappy it was possible I might be able to pull it off, but even that would be with a bit of struggle and a lot of embarrassment. I preferred the easier route, hence my one-sentence reply.

"Nothing, you're just cute." He rolled his eyes at this, sticking his tongue out at me.

"It's the blue hair, isn't it?" He teased, never letting go of how badly I'd wanted him to dye it that color. I shrugged my shoulders, giving a knowing smirk.

"It definitely gives you bonus cuteness points." I teased, winking at him. He actually shoved me this time, giving a scowl before marching out of the room ahead of me. I rushed after him though, throwing an arm over his shoulders in a silent bid to reconcile. He sighed loudly, but he didn't protest as I pulled him closer against my side.

I led him the rest of the way out to the car like this, enjoying having him near almost as much as the extra warmth he was providing me with. It was freaking freezing today! My hands were practically numb in a matter of seconds, along with my teeth chattering uncontrollably the longer we spent outside.

Needless to say we rushed to the car, both of us shivering violently for nearly a minute after sliding into our seats. We didn't speak either, just huddled into ourselves in our respective seats until our bodies started to thaw out again. After that I was quick to start the car, knowing it probably would have made warming up easier had I done it before. I couldn't help it, I was too cold to move then.

The drive started out relatively silent, the only sound being the radio playing quietly in the background. I started to hum when a familiar song came on, having to force myself into resisting the urge to sing when the chorus started. I kept my attention on the road, jumping slightly when Tyler spoke up for the first time as we stopped at a red light.

"Why don't you sing instead?" He asked, his voice almost tentative like he was unsure how I'd react to the suggestion. I debated just shrugging it off before remembering how nice it felt to get things out in the open yesterday, deciding to just be honest with him on where my 'stage fright' really stemmed from.

"I was always scared I'd read the mind of whoever was listening and see their true thoughts about how bad I was." I explained, the end trailing off into a mumbled whisper. I knew exactly how he'd react to that, insisting I wasn't bad and that I shouldn't be so shy. And as much as I appreciated the sentiment behind it, I couldn't just brush the anxieties off.

"Will you sing for me? I can promise for a fact I don't think you're bad." He asked, surprising me when he didn't just lecture me on being more confident in myself. I still found myself debating my answer though, nibbling nervously on my bottom lip as I pressed my foot into the gas again. I tensed for only a second when his hand settled on my thigh, squeezing in a comforting gesture. "I'll sing with you."

I hope he sings, his voice is addictive. 

"Okay." I whispered back, smiling softly before beginning to jokingly sing along with the song. He started as well, the two of us acting like goofs as we sang to every single song to come on the radio. It wasn't about being a good singer, it was about enjoying the act itself. It was insanely comforting knowing I'd found someone I could do that with.

We didn't actually hold a conversation again until I made the turn off onto the highway, making it clear we were going out of our immediate town for breakfast. That caught his attention, eyes wide as he stared out his window.

"Where are we going?" He asked quietly, his curiosity evident in the way he didn't even try to cover it up.

"You'll see." I replied teasingly, knowing how little he enjoyed surprises he had to wait for like this.

"You're kidding." He gasped, his shocked and mesmerized voice more than enough to make up for the long drive I'd just endured with him begging me to tell him the destination the entire time. I smirked smugly, happy with my decision to take us to the familiar restaurant. We hadn't been here since that first time we skipped school together, my heart fluttering in my chest at the memory. It didn't even seem that long ago until you really looked at how far we'd come.

"Worth waiting an extra half hour to get your breakfast?" I asked, lifting a single eyebrow as I looked in his direction. He nodded his head, smiling as he looked back to meet my gaze.

"Definitely." I felt warmth spread through my chest at how genuine his answer sounded, leaning over the center console to press our lips together in a gentle kiss. He surprised me when he was the one to pull away, pecking my lips once more before hurriedly turning and scrambling out of his seatbelt, then the car. I was just getting out by the time he reached the steps leading up to the door, turning back to wave me over impatiently. I rolled my eyes despite the fact he couldn't see it from that far away, jogging over to meet him despite how little I really wanted the exercise.

He latched onto my side as soon as I made it off the last step, hugging me tightly and impatiently tugging my body in the direction of the doors. I wrapped an arm around his shoulders to steer him better, though I did inevitably give in to his demands and let him pull me into the building.

He immediately headed for the same spot we'd sat last time, my lips quirking up into a smile as I recalled how he'd described it as the 'couples area'. Back then I would never have imagined actually coming here together as a couple in a million years. We fell into the same seats as before too, a stupid grin seemingly permanently implanted onto my lips as he leaned over the table, kicking my foot under it.

"So, Troye Sivan, tell me something about yourself." He purred, confusing me for a second before I remembered the last time he'd said this. I blushed, my eyes moving to dart around the semi-familiar surroundings as I pondered how to answer his question.

"I hated this the first time you asked, you know. I had no idea what to say and I still don't." I explained, sighing in defeat as I looked back to him with no idea where to start on my reply. He gave an understanding nod, like he'd expected this answer.

"Do you want me to go first again?" He asked, immediately greeted by my eager nod. I watched with wide eyes as he reached his hand across the table, taking one of my hands into both of his as he cleared his throat. "I'm scared of the future, I have unreasonable high hopes that our relationship will last forever, and I'm a dog person."

"Interesting. How does being a dog person link in with the rest? I don't understand your train of thought." I asked quietly, quirking an eyebrow. In truth, everything he said was intriguing and I'd like to question him further on it, but I decided to go with the easiest one. Surely he can't have that much reasoning behind announcing his preference between dogs and cats.

"That's for in the future when we move in together, so you don't even try to suggest a cat." He replied smoothly, the deep answering blush I felt spreading across my cheeks clearly what he'd been hoping for. I gave a quiet huff, trying not to read too much into all the things he'd been saying lately. He'd been mentioning moving in together a lot, I just couldn't tell if it was intentional or not. "Your turn."

"I can't cook or clean, I push people away because I'm scared of losing them, and I'm horribly irresponsible." I managed, pausing between each for a few seconds to think of something else. He'd given me an idea of the route he wanted the game to go this time, sort-of themed around our future together. Assuming we had a future together, which we'd better because I'm going to feel damn cheated if this doesn't work out after all I've put into it.

"Why are they all so negative?" He asked, frowning slightly. I shrugged my shoulders, refusing to meet his gaze as I uttered my next words.

"I figured you should know all the downsides to living with me, seeing as you're so set on it." I was probably blushing like crimson now, embarrassed by my not-so-subtle move of calling him out on all the 'living together' talk.

"But you are a dog person, right?" He asked quizzically, furrowing his eyebrows and staring me down judgmentally.

"Yes." I replied confidently, not a doubt in my mind about that response. He gave a huge grin then, winking at me just as he opened his mouth to reply.

"That evens it out." I started to reply to this before he held up a finger, nudging his head to the right so my gaze would follow. I realized why a few seconds later when I spotted the waitress skirting toward our table.

"I am so sorry about the wait! What can I get you?" She asked, looking back and forth between the two of us as if trying to gauge who would be the first to speak up. She had her pen and notebook ready for when one of us did, apparently not very patient judging by the way she was bouncing on her heels.

"Order number one, with milk to drink." I spoke up, just asking for the first thing I spotted. I didn't want to set her back anymore if she was already in this much of a rush. I looked to Tyler with her then, both of us waiting to hear what his order would be. I really hope he doesn't take ages to choose, I wouldn't want to stress her out. Surprisingly, his head whipped up in a matter of seconds.

"One of everything." He beamed, batting his eyelashes up at her. My jaw dropped as I realized he was serious, remembering how he'd warned me about spending all of my money. I didn't think he was serious!

"Do you have more people coming?" The waitress asked cautiously, clearly very unsure of whether he was serious as well. He shook his head, giving her a familiar charming smile I'd grown to recognize. "Okay, um, it might be a bit."

"That's okay." He replied instantly, watching her as she turned and took back off across the room. He look back to me then, inhaling deeply before speaking up again. "I'm also a total pig, will probably jump you as soon as you walk through the door on a daily basis, and will definitely force you to watch reality tv with me."

"God, what have I gotten myself into?" I groaned out, trying my hardest to sound genuinely upset with what he'd said. He saw right through it though, just narrowing his eyes in a joking challenge before kicking his foot directly into my shin. I gasped, reaching down to clutch it as he picked up the menu for the first time. I wonder what all he ordered, maybe he'll let me snatch something if order number one turns out to be something I don't even like.

I kept my foot on his as he read through the menu, completely oblivious to the world around him. He missed the lady who tried to bring her dog into the restaurant, the waitress that spilled chocolate milk on a business man's lap, even the cursing chef back behind the counter. Normally he'd be all over pointing these things out, making me worry at just how much I felt the loss of his outspoken behavior I was so used to it now.

"It's for sale." He spoke up suddenly, my eyes darting back to him. I took a second to study the page he was holding up and pointing to, reading the headline explaining how the restaurant was for sale. I could see the excitement in his eyes, feeling irrationally disappointed knowing he'd never have the money to buy it. I assumed that was why he was so thrilled about seeing the ad, because he wanted to buy it.

"You'd never be able to afford it." I said softly, reaching over to grab his hand again.

I know I wouldn't.

"It'd be nice though, wouldn't it? Mom could have her own restaurant, I could work there until I figure out what I'm doing with my life. It's closer to the city too, so if we wanted to get an apartment it wouldn't be far to travel." I felt even worse as he explained his motives, thinking about how much Jackie would love her own restaurant almost as much as how he'd mentioned us living together again.

"It'd definitely be nice." I agreed, squeezing his hand gently. He looked up from the page and caught my gaze, likely noticing my sympathetic expression given the way his fell.

"Sorry, getting carried away." I shook my head, passionate in how much I disagreed with this.

"Don't apologize, it's good to dream. It's better than having no aspirations." I explained, letting how serious I was show through in my voice. He smiled softly, nodding his head in agreement before turning his eyes back on me. It wasn't casual like before though, the way they were narrowed making it clear he had an intention behind it. I couldn't wait to hear what he had to say.

"What do you want to be when you're older? A singer?" He asked, catching me off-guard with the future career question I'd grown so used to hearing. Usually I just brushed it off without answering when it was my family, but I didn't feel like that'd work with Tyler. Besides, he deserves to know where I stand on it.

"Nah, I thought I did, when I was younger. Now that I'm older it just doesn't appeal to me as much. I love singing, but I wouldn't want to do it as a job."

"Because of your ability?" He asked quietly, a giggle leaving my lips as I watched the shifty way he looked around the room, like he was afraid someone was purposely listening in on the conversation. I shook my head though, still strict about my idea to be honest with him.

"Even without it, I'm not a social person. It'd be torture for me to have fans everywhere I went." I explained, cringing slightly at just the thought. Not even being able to leave the house without being swarmed, definitely not something I ever wanted to happen. I might try singing at a small scale someday, but never as a serious career.

"I guess." Tyler muttered, looking down at the table with a lost expression as if imagining what it'd be like. He did look up eventually though, tilting his head to the side as he studied my features. "So you have no idea either?"

"Not yet, I'm not in a rush though. As annoying as they are, my family have said on multiple occasions they'd support me until I got on my own feet, no matter how long it takes."

"That's good." He replied distractedly, his faraway tone making me feel slightly bad. He didn't really have the option to just sit around waiting to find his career, did he?

"I don't want to take advantage of them though, you know?" I explained, hoping he'd see that I didn't have it completely easy either. Of course it was better than his situation, but I wanted him to realize I wasn't just sitting around relying on them either.

"Understandable." He laughed, sitting back in his seat and looking longingly toward the kitchen. I nodded, grinning as a fleeting thought ran through my mind.

"I'll find something. You can be my trophy husband when I'm rich." I teased, trying to hide how much the use of the word 'husband' actually flustered me. Sure we were talking about a future together, but it just felt so official to use a term like that. We weren't just planning on moving in together as friends or for awhile, we were planning on staying together if that word was in the picture. I was more than curious to see his reaction to it. Did I take the subtle fantasizing too far with it?

"I'm pretty sure that was supposed to be an insult so I'm going to pretend to be opposed to the idea." I couldn't help the goofy grin as his words sunk in, realizing he'd essentially admitted to liking the idea of marrying me. In the back of my mind I knew it was way too soon to have this conversation, considering there was no way of telling whether any of it would ever matter, but I couldn't help it. I liked talking about it, no matter how unrealistic some of the things we said actually were.

"Well, it'd be stupid for both of us to work if one of us was making a good income, right? You could be like a stay-at-home..." I trailed off, trying to think of the word that usually went with that phrase. It was on the tip of my tongue. Stay-at-home husband just didn't sound familiar, maybe it was-

"Dad?" He spoke up suddenly, his tone laughing and almost sarcastic. My eyes went wide as I realized that was what I'd started to say, shaking my head immediately. That definitely crossed the line into too serious zone. Eighteen-year-olds do not need to consider kids, even jokingly.

"Not what I meant!" I insisted, blushing like mad the more I thought about the stupid slip-up. Even worse was the way my mind kept insisting on picturing it now that the thought had entered my mind. Tyler would be good with kids though, wouldn't- No, not going there. Not any time in the near future anyway, it would only be stupid to-

"Thoughts on kids?" I looked up from the floor I'd been staring at, gawking at Tyler like he'd just uttered complete nonsense. I watched the regret flood his features, hurrying to answer his question so he wouldn't stress over it too much.

"They're disgusting, annoying, tons of work-" I listed off, subtly hinting at how I didn't want them any time soon. However, as I watched his expression get gloomier with each addition to the list, I felt the need to brighten things up a bit. I sighed and paused, giving a few second break before adding the most important part of the list. "-and I want ten." I watched the light immediately return to his eyes, fascinated by the way he tried and failed to hide his answering smile.

"We're way too young to be talking about this." He muttered, the bubbliness to his voice making me seriously question if he agreed with himself. Then again, maybe he's picturing us with kids just like I had, that was pretty smile-provoking. I was tempted to read his mind, deciding in the end that it'd only spur me on further. No, we shouldn't talk about this in a serious light at all for a few years at least. I don't want to give him the wrong idea that I'm anywhere near ready for that.

"I want ten... in like ten years." I clarified, watching his answering nod of agreement.

"Definitely. I'm not even ready for a dog yet, trust me, the kids are on hold." I let out a quiet breath of relief, thankful we were on the same page on the matter. Kids were great, sometimes, but that didn't mean I wanted any right now.

"Agreed. Put all of this on hold." I confirmed, looking away as I tried to hurriedly think up another topic so there wouldn't be an awkward pause. But when he settled his hands on mine, I realized he had something to say instead and looked back to him.

"So, let's continue this conversation in nine years then, huh?" He replied, not a hint of sarcasm showing in his voice despite the teasing way he wiggled his eyebrows. I blushed, forcing my eyes off of him again so I could have a second to rationally think of a response. It was hard to think about anything other than him when he was in my sight.

"You're very confident we're going to stay together." I muttered eventually, deciding I simply didn't have a better way to respond than that. He blushed now, sitting back in his seat again and letting my hands go. He scrunched his eyebrows together like he was thinking about something, eventually nodding to himself before speaking up.

"I think it's just because I can't picture any other alternative." I studied his features, smiling broadly as I realized he was completely serious. Taking advantage of the rare moment without sarcasm at all, I leaned forward over the table, cupping his face and pulling it closer to mine.

"Hopefully you'll never have to." I whispered against his lips, just before pressing them together more insistently and really kissing him. I was aware others could see us, but I didn't really care right now. He was the only one that ever mattered anyway.

"I don't think I've told you yet, but my family is forcing me to go along with them on a trip for a couple weeks." I explained, not looking forward to the shift in the mood we had going on right now. After dinner we'd been wrapped up in our own personal cloud nine, oblivious to everything else as we just embraced the bubbly vibe.

However, I did have to tell him this sooner or later. Preferably sooner because I was leaving in the middle of the week, meaning my days left before the trip were seriously numbered. I was still ignoring them and being a shit around the house since they announced the second trip, trying to convince them to just leave me home rather than force me along for 'family bonding time'. 

At the same time, I wasn't actually opposed to some time in a warmer climate. I just didn't want to be away from Tyler, especially not now that we were actually together. I felt like I was missing out on things we could be doing every single second we spent apart. Then again, we're already mildly experienced in the act of phonesex. Maybe we could try it out sober.

"To your relatives like last weekend?" Tyler asked, his voice lower and absent of the cheerfulness it had seconds before. I shook my head, giving him an apologetic look like he'd somehow be more upset to know I was further away. It's not like it mattered, either way I'd be away from him.

"Hawaii." I explained, feeling even worse as I watched his smile disappear completely. Oh what I'd give to bring him with us. I asked actually, my parents considering it until every other sibling insisted they should get to bring a friend if I did. That was when things got really costly, and that was when the parents backed out. "Time will fly by, okay? I'll be back in the very beginning of February."

"It's going to crawl by at turtle speed, but whatever. I'll be happily waiting when you get back." He assured me, leaning over the center console to kiss my cheek. I sighed, nodding my head.

"I'll bring you back souvenirs." I promised, not at all looking forward to when he got out of the car in a few seconds. However, my parents had probably heard about the whole kidnapping thing by now and would be worrying sick until they saw me in person.

That wasn't enough for me to rush through our goodbye though, pulling him back against my lips harsher when he started to pull away. He smirked into the kiss before gently massaging my lip with his tongue, slipping it into my mouth the second my jaw opened. We kissed slowly at first, eventually letting it heat up into the more desperate goodbye I'd been expecting out of us.

"I'm gonna miss you." Tyler whispered as he pulled away, not going far as he tilted his head to rest our foreheads against each other. I nodded into the embrace, pecking his lips once more before explaining my schedule further.

"It's not until Thursday, we have like three full days left together." He nodded, eyes darkening and making me worry about what he'd say next for a split second.

"Can we skip school every one of those days and roll around in bed instead?" I groaned quietly, knowing it'd be easy to get me bothered right now. After all the kissing we'd done after dinner and just now, I'd been sporting a semi for a while now. And, judging by all the lights on in his house, we didn't really have the privacy to see anything through right now.

"Don't tempt me." I managed through grit teeth, appreciating it when he backed off and moved all the way to his seat. I thought he was just going to get out then, smiling widely when he looked back to me instead of out his window.

"You'll be back for Valentine's day, right?" He asked, the question coming out surprisingly urgent.

"Yeah, definitely, a week before it." I answered hurriedly, rushing to reassure him despite not knowing why he cared. He only nodded though, not offering me an explanation and leaving my imagination to run wild. I'll just ask him, it'll be easiest. "Do you have something planned?"

"No, I just didn't want to spend it without you." He said meekly, butterflies swirling in my stomach at his touching words. I debated my next offer before making it, unsure if I'd be able to pull it off. I've never planned any date before, much less a Valentine's day date. Yet, the thought of actually having something solidarity to look forward sounded better than just hoping we'd get to spend it together.

"Do you want me to plan something?"

"If you want."

a/N: Guess who actually finished a chapter in under 24 hours?? MEEEEEEEEEee. Okay I know it's short but it's idk whatever. I swear my author's notes get shorted every single time but it's because by the time I'm finished I'm tired and want nothing to do with this. Okay look at this cutie fanart, made by  @Carmen40819888 on twitter (woah thats a lot of numbers)