#19

**LIA**

We had the TV on, while eating and chilling with our pizza and beer, which was the best combo by the way. We argued a bit before agreeing on what to watch. Which was by the way Miraculous, who’d argue on that.

After laughing a lot at the show, which was mostly done by me, I glanced towards him, he was so focused on the cartoon so much that I doubt he’d notice me staring. Why does he have to be a jerk and still look so good?

“Hungry?” he asked taking a slip of his beer, then squeezing the can signifying he was done with it.

Hungry? What does he mean? I’m not hungry I just ate.

He then turn to face me.

“Lost now aren’t we? He asked chuckling.

Is he already drunk? I mean, it’s only two cans. How weak is he?

“What? I am not. Good night.” I said then stood up, was about making my way to the bedroom when my hand was grabbed and I was pulled back, and before I knew it I had landed on his lap sideways, I had to hold his neck for support, so I used one of my hand to. A bit of my