You're in a terribly bad mood. You and your best friend just got into a huge fight, and your family isn't helping by picking more fights at home. You feel as if everyone is against you...you feel as if no one is on your side. You cross your arms near over your torso while sitting on the couch, your mind racing. All of a sudden, you hear the doorbell. You didn't want to get up and answer it, but you were the only one at home, so you had to. You sigh then stand up and walk over to the door. In the peephole, you see your boyfriend Louis wave at you, smiling as big as he possibly could. It soothed your heart to see his face, but everything inside was still pestering you.
You open up the door and give Louis a small grin. "Hello, love!" he says, pulling you close and giving you a peck on the cheek. "Hey," you reply softly. You kiss his cheek back then close the door behind him when he enters your home. You walk right past him, headed for the couch, but he stops you by placing a hand on your shoulder and turning you around. Both of his hands are on your shoulders now as you look around the room, ignoring his gaze. He bends to your level and follows your eyes. Finally, he finds them. "You're not happy......I can tell." He lets go and stares at you worriedly. "What's the matter, sweetie?" You shrug. "I'm just not in the greatest mood I guess." He nods and looks down. "Oh," he starts. His head lifts. "...Well I know what to do." "What?" you ask. He smiles wide and screams, "TICKLE FIGHT!" In the blink of an eye, you're flopped down on the couch laughing your head off. He's on top of you, tickling you as much as he can. Even though you're still upset, cackles escape your mouth like mad.
"Oh my God, Robbie Williams!" you cry between laughs. "What?" He looks over his shoulder as you grip his shirt and push him down onto the other side of the couch. "Hey!" he yells as you lay him down, straddling him. You start to tickle him softly, his slight chuckling turning into a massive laughing fit as you get rougher. "Ahh! ...Babe, I... I can't breathe!" You stop slowly, then lean down. Your two smiles touch. "I love you so much," he whispers. He plants another gentle kiss on your lips. "I love you more, Lou." He pulls away and looks at you, shocked. "NUH UH!" he exclaims in an American accent. "YUH HUH!" you say back. "I, like, love you more than, like, anything!" You can't help but snicker at his second failed attempt at acting American.
"Well, I love you more than life!"
"I love you more than like, life and the whole universe combined!"
"I love you more than anyone else in this world!"
"I love you more than anyone in this galaxy!"
Both of you argue back and forth like little kids. Soon, you run out of comparisons. "Oh, I give up," you mutter with a sigh. You pout at him to make him feel guilty. And sure enough, it works. His voice switches back to normal. "Aw, come here, babe. Don't be sad." He pulls you down to lay on him, presses the side of your face against his chest lightly and kisses the tip top of your head. "We love each other equally....alright?" he whispers. You look up at him and see him smiling at you, showing off his pearly whites and squinting his pretty eyes. You kiss once again, then rest your head back on top of him. "He actually brought a smile to my face," you think to yourself, "He actually made me happy."