Author's Notes: I know I haven't updated or released fics in awhile, but I've been busy with lots of other stuff. However, I did write a few drabbles, and they were posted on tumblr. So I've been in a fluffy mood lately, and I was thinking about all the cute relationship related stuff. This short drabble I just typed up is the result of this, and I hope y'all will like it. Nothing too serious, but it has lots of fluff! Happy reading! ^.^

Sitting rigid as possible, I hold my breath as I keep my lips in a firm line. The corners of my lips want to curl upwards. Donnie sees this and beams even brighter. Laughter rumbles in my throat, I can't help it when he gives me such a toothy smile.

"Pffft!"

My composure crumbles in a mere second as I cover my face. I can't let him see my grin.

"Oh come on, April. You can't hide it from me," he says in his sing-song voice.

I keep one hand cupped over my mouth as I wave him away. "Stop, I'm mad at you!"

"If you're so mad, then why are you smiling?" He points at my hand, his face set in amusement.

"I'm not!

Placing his hands on his sides, he gives me an unconvinced look. "Oh, yeah? Then prove it."

I gulp down some air and try to create a mental image of the sternest face possible. The urge to smile is repressed, allowing me to glare at him.

Don't smile. Don't smile.

I already know that Donnie can see through my façade as I watch him fold his arms over his chest. He says nothing, but only stares at me with such an innocent face. I roll my eyes and try to focus.

Don't smile.

As he gives a small sigh, I can feel the giddiness rise up. It's not even funny, but I can't help it.

"Why are you so mad then?" he asks so bluntly.

My lips tremble under pressure, but by some miracle I'm able to keep it together.

"Because, you were being such a smart ass!" I reply, my voice nearly cracking.

He leans back and looks thoughtful for a moment. Giving a short nod, he rubs his chin and gives me that look. The look he has when he's about to make some smart comment.

"But April, that's physically impossible. My brain isn't located in my ass." His voice so matter-of-fact.

I hold in the air in my chest, trying so hard not to laugh. Heat rushes to my cheeks, which I'm sure is red by now. That comment just sounded so ridiculous! But I don't have enough willpower to reply, so I narrow my eyes the best I can.

Don't laugh…

He tilts his head to the side as he pouts playfully. His reddish eyes twinkle, not even a slight hint of seriousness.

"You know it's true." He scoots in closer, his face almost an inch from mine. "Besides you're not really mad are you? I just know you want to laugh." Donnie stretches out that final syllable, giving me such a cheeky expression.

That's it, I can't hold it anymore. A throaty laugh erupts as I turn away in defeat. "Darn it, Donnie!"

His arms wrap around me, and he pulls me in for a gentle embrace. I don't even fight it as I rest my forehead against his plastron.

"It's not fair. I can't win against your cute, toothy smile," I grumble.

"Oh, don't say that. Your smile is much cuter," Donnie chimes in my ear.

"Yeah, well I'm still mad at you…"

As petty as it sounded, I really don't want to admit complete defeat. But as always, he sees through my lie.

"We're both thinking that's a load of bull, and you know it."

"Shush, you," is all I can say. My complete loss as I let out a small chuckle.

He pulls me in even tighter and nuzzles his face against my head. Boy, does he know how to lay it on with the cuteness. However, I relax and curl up against him, waiting for whatever smart thing he has to say next. Not that I actually mind, of course.