You're in a weird mood...
"Hey Aws?" you call, and your blueberry husband comes bounding down the stairs into the room.
"What is it?" he asks, looking around as if he's expecting company.
"Come cry with me," you say, patting the spot beside you on the couch.
"You want to cry?" he questions, coming over to you and sitting down.
"I feel weird. I feel like crying," you reply, leaning into his side. He puts an arm around you.
"Why do you want to cry?"
"I don't know," you admit truthfully.
"Are you...pupset?" he questions, making you snort.
"Why are you...pupset?"
"I don't know."
"There has to be a reason you're so...sad."
You look at him, and he's trying not to giggle. You just stare at him until he finally starts giggling.
"You expected me to say pupset, but I didn't," he giggles, and you stifle a laugh. He's so fucking weird, but you love him.
"You got me good."
"Are you still pupset though?" he asks. "Did I provide the remedy to your pupset state?"
"Awsten, god damn," you say. "I want to cry, but you're just making me laugh."
"I would never want to see you cry," he responds.
"I would feel better after a good cry," you tell him.
"Then make a cry," he replies. "Make a big cry."
"The tears aren't coming out."
"What if I punch you in the face?"
"Yes, Awsten, please, punch your girlfriend in the face."
"Alright, let's do this," he says before pulling away and standing up. You look up at him, trying to figure out what he's trying to do. He then promptly collapses on top of you.
"Awsten!" you shriek, trying to wriggle out from under the blueberry boy.
"Are you crying yet?" he yells, making you burst into laughter.
"Get off me, you fucking blueberry head!"
"Never!" he yells loudly, wrapping his arms around you and crushing you under his weight. I mean, he's light as a feather, but it's still not fun having a blueberry boy on top of you. Wait. Well not like this.
"Are you crying?" he asks, kicking his legs and crushing you.
"I'm dying, not crying," you retort.
"Are you cry dying?"
"I'm die crying," you respond, and he starts giggling.
You don't even know what's so funny, but the whole situation is so ridiculous that you start laughing, too.
The two of you are laughing like actual crazy people. You can't stop laughing. It's like you caught the laughing bug, and you can't quite shake it.
You're laughing so hard you're crying.
"You're crying!" Awsten yells triumphantly.
"Fuck off!" you laugh, tears streaming down your cheeks. This wasn't how you planned on crying, but it does the trick. You're out of your weird mood just like that.
Awsten finally gets off of you and pulls you up until you're sitting. He leaves his legs in your lap, and he leans in to kiss you lightly. You wipe your eyes as he pulls away.
"I'm so great," he whispers.
"Shut up." But you're laughing.
"I'm the best."
You smack him with a pillow.
He giggles. "I win at life."
I love him so much
I feel like he'd actually be like this