I was so indecisive on my outfit, I had no idea what to wear. I heard my door open and I huffed.

"What's wrong baby?" He asked me, coming around and touching my hair.

"I don't know what to wear." I looked at my clothes.

"I'll pick then?" He offered.

"Okay." I nodded and moved away as he looked through my clothes.

He'd smirk at me every time he saw my bra or underwear like a weirdo.

"You look perfect as always." He kissed my cheek.

"Thank you." I smiled and brushed through my hair, straightening it, then curving the ends so it ended up straight and fluffy.

I then put on mascara and chapstick before going to the living room where Jessie sat and waited for me.

"Fuck Sailor." He said and pulled me by my belt loops to stand between his legs.

Our aesthetics were so different it was funny.

"You did good." I said and he hummed pressing a kiss to my stomach.

"You look so innocent." He told me and I laughed.

"You like that hm?" I asked.

"I do." He nodded.

"I'll keep it in mind then." I grabbing his hands from my waist and pulled him up.

-

"You're supposed to let me pay." I frowned.

"Mmmm no." He said and I huffed, upset and just looked out the window of his car.

"Don't pout doll." He said and I ignored him.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" He asked, unfolding my arms and holding one of my hands.

"Because everyday you buy me a book and write me a letter and I wanna pay for things too because I feel bad." I said and he pulled over, got out of the car and came to my side.

"We're on the highway." I said when he opened my door.

"I don't care." He said and unbuckled me, pulling my legs so I was sitting, facing him.

"Don't be upset Sailor." He said, kneeling so he could see me.

"But it's not fair, I wanna do things for you." I argued.

"I understand that. I really do. But I don't like money being spent on me. I'm more of a give me attention, make handmade things kinda guy. I like buying you things and books and writing you letters because it makes me feel good. I like you so damn much Sailor it suffocates me sometimes." He grabbed my hands and pressed them to his lips as he kept looking me in the eyes.

"Are you sure? I still feel bad." I frowned.

"Money is money. Make me something nice, write a letter back to me, sleep on my chest, I don't care." He said and I smiled.

"You should drive us to the flower field off of 114." I said and he smiled suddenly.

"Making plans are we?" He asked.

"Come on." I said and because he was too slow, I climbed into the drivers.

"Hey!" He said and I laughed.

He got in the passenger and I pulled back onto the highway.

-

"That's a lot of flowers." He said and I smiled.

I got out and he waited for me, holding my hand and pulling me to him.

"What're you doing?" He asked.

"None of your business." I kissed his cheek and walked away.

I picked up enough white ones and very small purple ones, sat on the grassy area and braided them together having a 2 white to 1 purple ratio that was perfect and I smiled hoping it would fit.

"I'm done!" I shouted.

"Done!" He yelled clearly far away.

Who though a badass would end up picking flowers with his cheesy ass girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

Girlfriend.

I had an idea as I ran to him and he walked to me.

He handed me a small boquet of dark pink and small yellow flowers.

"Aweee." I smiled and took it.

"Now I have a suggestion that comes with mine." I said and he laughed.

"What?"

I put the crown on his head, it was a little lopsided but I did good.

"You should be my boyfriend. Officially." I said and he smiled, pulling me closer.

"I'm very okay with that babydoll." He kissed my forehead and I laughed, trying to fix the crown.

"You look stunning." I said to him.

"I'm keeping it on." He said and I nodded.

"You should."