We sat on the couch in his living room, watching scary movies and eating popcorn. Every so often the doorbell would ring and I'd get up and dish out the candy.
Needless to say it was Halloween.
So here I sat, cuddled into Mikey's side, watching some girl get her throat slit. Mikey took off his glasses and cleaned them with his shirt before putting them back on his head so he could see the TV.
"I hate these things." He said, referring to his glasses.
"They're such a hassle."
"But you look adorable." I smiled kissing his cheek.