"No, I’m a princess ———”
there’s a tug to the hem of her dress to smooth out the fabric. she puffs out her cheeks and grumpily regains her composure —- although she can feel her cheeks grow hot and her hair crackle.
“I’m not a baby.”
“Can’t a baby be a princess? Can’t a princess be a baby?”
His head tips to the side and he raises his eyebrows meaningfully.
The wide, toothy grin decorating his face is borderline infuriating.
He gestures with his thumb and forefinger, the two of them moving
close to each other without actually touching.
“I mean, you’re only about this big.”
“Extremely. Autumn ith my favourite time of year, if my shirt didn’t give that away.”
[ She holds up the hem of her bright orange oversized t-shirt and looks down at it, smiling. ]
Personally, he could take them or leave them. He wasn’t so big on coffee in general. But she seemed excited, so he didn’t think it right to spoil her fun.
“Uh—no, that was a trick question. I don’t actually care about pumpkin that much…”
That went well.
“Are you as excited for Pumpkin Spice Lattes as I am?”
why do boys call other boys “pretty boy” as an insult???? that’s probably the most flattering thing anyone could ever say to me?? call me pretty boy. tell me im the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen