I'm not really sure where this came from, but I just had to write it. Breaking out of hiatus! Oh Yeah!!!
"You're a smartass, you know that?" I scowl at him. He intertwines his fingers and has his hands behind his head, relaxing on the sofa.
"True, but you still love me," he answers, with an impeccable sense of confidence.
I sigh in response. "Why did I have to fall in love with an idiot?" I mutter, mostly to myself, half-heartedly.
"Because loving a bookworm would be boring," he dead plans, once again with a cocky tone.
Despite myself, I can't help but smile at him.
"You're a bit overconfident, don't you think?" I smirk at him.
"I'm not overconfident, per se. I just have a strong belief," he says, and I can hear a smile on his lips.
"Strong belief, huh? In what?"
Silence ensues. I have to admit, as much of an idiot as he is, he always knows when things aren't to be taken lightly.
This being one of those times.
I blush and stare into the floor, memorizing the pattern. A hand lightly grips my shoulder.
"I do. Believe in us, that is, but, I especially believe in you. Out of everyone in the world, all 7 billion people and counting, I believe in you."
I touch his hand with my own, but keep my eyes fixed on the floor.
"I know we're not perfect. Hell, we're totally different most of the time, but that doesn't mean we can't be together."
I squeeze his hand, to let him know that I am still listening.
"It was a hell of a ride to get here, but I'd repeat it in a heartbeat if it always ended like this."
He wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his embrace.
"How do you always know what to say?" I whisper, curious.
He chuckles, and I can feel his laughter rumbling through his body.
"I don't. I just know that you need to re-hear something at certain times," he admits, while giving my torso a firm squeeze.
"But how do you know when I need to re-hear these things?" I ask, holding his arms with my hands.
"I guess that must be because I know you so well," he muses aloud, while nuzzling my neck.
I roll my eyes slightly, and smile, while weaving my fingers through his messy hair.
He may be an idiot, but he is my idiot.
My drabble of the day! 393 words down, 7,607 more to go to reach my goal of 8000 words! Let's see how well I do!