'WE'RE GOIN' DOWN, DOWN IN AN EARLIER ROUND AND SUGAR WE'RE GOIN' DOWN SWINGIN'! I'LL BE YA NUMBER ONE WITH A BULLET A LOADED GOD COMPLEX COCK IT AND PULL IT!'

Your name is Jade Harley. You are currently slipping into your boyfriend's apartment, as quietly as you can. You are doing this because you never really get to hear him sing. Sure, he raps, but he never really SINGS. Which is a real shame in your opinion, because he's quite could at it. Even as he's border-line screaming his rendition of his favorite song, he's still managing to sound really good, which is really unfair. You open the door quietly and peek in, not only is he singing, he's dancing around.

'God, I love this stupid dork' You think to yourself as you suppress a giggle. You come all the way inside the room and lean against the wall. He's quieter now, but still as good, and still as cute.

You push yourself off and sneak behind him, and, quietly at first join in as the second song starts to play, and luckily it's one you know the lyrics to.

'Manage me, I'm a mess. Turn a Page; I'm a book half unread. I wanna be laughed at-'

"What the fuck Jade!" You laugh at his reaction and run, and he chases after you, letting the music continue playing in his room. The two of you race around the kitchen and into the living room, until you're almost sure you lost him. You look behind your shoulder and collide with something, falling on the pile of blankets on the floor with it. Or him you realize as you feel a pair of arms wrap around you. You squirm a bit.

"Aw, come on, Dave! Let me go!"

"Nope. You snuck in here. And you somehow managed to walk in on me in the middle of my ironicly cool concert for the wall, and then went and stole the show. Not cool, and I gotta do something about that"

"And what ARE you gonna do?" You ask, still moving around

"This!" He says, before attacking you with kisses. You try not to laugh.

"Oh no! What EVER shall I do" You say playfully as he kisses your arms.

"You're such a dork" He says between kisses, moving up your arms to your neck. He knows that's what gets you. He KNOWS how much you love neck kisses.

"Yeah," you retort "but you're stuck with this dork, you dork" He moves to your lips, and you wrap your arms around his neck

"And I'm the luckiest dork in the world to have this dork in my arms" he whispers between kisses. You break the makeout session and just lay your head on his chest and the two of cuddle for quite a while. That is, until the douche from the apartment under you yells to turn the music off