I know it's wrong. I know it. Deliberately hurting someone for your own personal gain? Horrible. But I can't help it. Because Miley's just so…fucking cute when she's mad.
I first started noticing long before we even started dating. She and Jackson were arguing about something that I was blatantly disinterested in; in fact I was more staring at Miley's legs in her gym shorts she wore home that Friday night…but then when she huffed, crossed her arms in annoyance and walked back to the couch where I was sitting, there it was.
The cutest little wrinkle played out on the top of her nose, and her lower lip bulged out to the point of even looking sickeningly swollen. Her eyebrows arched and furrowed above her blue eyes that somehow seemed to become darker, and oh my fucking god…
So lately I've been kind of a jackass to her, I admit. But only for little things, I swear, and it's only to see her like that. And I always make it up to her in the end, it's not like I do it and then just stare at her…we always end up kissing…but dammit, I can't help it.
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"Lilly, pass the popcorn?" Miley asked from atop her bed. We were in her room, watching a movie. I was laying on the floor, and the popcorn bowl was right next to me. I was about to reach for it when a thought of opportunity struck me. This is why I'm an evil little deviant…
"Get it yourself, lazy ass." I replied nonchalantly. I remained motionless, watching the TV intently, just waiting. There was no verbal response, but I knew it was there. I turned and lifted my head a bit just to see the prize of my evilness. There it was, that treasured expression plastered wide on her face. This time her mouth was slightly agape, in shock that I'd say that. I smirked a little and hopped up off the floor.
"Sorry, Miley…punish me?" I said as I got up on the bed and waddled towards her on my knees, hooking my arms around her neck. I bit my lip playfully as she just stared with her same aggravated expression.
Miley closed her mouth after a second and stared a little harder in my eyes.
"You're damn right," she said, thickly accented, still a little aggression present in her voice. She pushed me down on the bed and proceeded to make out with me…
This is the prize of my sick little game. But come on, I know we both get something out of it because I think secretly she likes the harmless insults…cos whenever I start something like that and we start making out, she kisses me with more passion and vigor than she would if we were just, say, cuddling. It is a little cruel but I don't think I'll stop soon cos I get way too much out of it and so does she…I'll only stop when she tells me, and hey, I haven't heard any oppositions as of yet.