89 The Dream

"Show me how much you hate me, sunflower."

"For fuck's sake, I was flirting with you!" he says, holding his nose ten seconds later.

...

"Sunflower-" His eyes widen as soon as they fall on me. "Are you crying?! Why are you crying?!"

"No, I'm not," I sniffle and when he moves to come over on the bed, I try to shut the laptop, but he's too quick for me.

"Y-you're watching Frozen II," he states, glancing at the screen and then at me before moving back to the screen as if he can't believe his eyes. "And crying?!"

"Yes," I wipe my nose with a tissue; I had kept a box of tissues and snacks ready by my bedside before starting the movie, knowing fully well that they'll come in handy, and I wasn't proven wrong. 

"Aww, sad munchkin, come here," he coos, spreading his arms for me, which I eye with shock and...disgust.

"W-w-what did you just call me?!" I shriek, my voice is a little throaty from crying.