"M-marco?" you stutter as you pull your knees to your chest.
It was movie night for the two of you. You're seated on Marco's couch while he is retrieving the popcorn from the microwave. Of course Marco had chosen a horror flick and the scariest part was on when you didn't have him next to you for comfort.
"I'll be back in just a sec [y/n]," you hear him stifle a laugh, "Stop being a baby."
"Eeeeeek!" you scream as you cover your face with your hands. The music is playing intensely as the murderer chases the young woman through the house.
You feel hands fall onto your shoulders and you scream loudly as you stand up and run across the room.
You hear laughter as you turn and see your freckled friend on the ground holding his stomach.
"Marco!" you yell as your cheeks turn red, "That wasn't funny!" you wipe at the tears on your face.
He stands up and then looks at you, his face softening as he walks towards you opening his arms.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know it would scare you that badly," he smiles as he wraps you in a tight embrace.
"You're mean…" you mumble as you rub your cheek into his chest.
He chuckles softly, "I'm sorry, it won't happen again."
He pulls you from his body, his eyes looking into your [e/c] ones. He slowly leans down closer to your face, you can start counting his freckles from how close he is.
"M-marco…?" you start to question before his lips are on yours. You stand there slightly shocked before closing your eyes and leaning into the kiss.
He pulls back and looks at you sweetly, "You look cute when you're scared."
You're face flushes pink as you push him away lightly, "S-shut up…"
He laughs again before walking over to the stack of DVDs by the TV.
"Another horror movie?" he looks back at you with a playful grin.
You give him a death glare, "Hell, no. I get to pick this time." You make your way over to the movies. You smile as you pick up Frozen and pop it in the tray.
"Ugh," he groans as the music starts to play, "[y/n]… anything but this for the hundredth time."
"Nope!" you say with a smile as you sit on the couch grabbing the popcorn from his lap, "Now it's your turn to suffer."