"Watch out, Andrea," Brendan warned, tickling his green-haired girlfriend. She squeaked and moved toward the counter of the bathroom, glaring at the brunet behind herself.

"You know I hate it when you call me that," she nagged. Brendan rolled his eyes, shoving his toothbrush in his mouth.

"Then what should I call yoush? You hate my nicknamesh," he asked, fixing his short, short hair into his bandana. "Drea?"

"No."

"Andie?"

"God, no," the girl giggled. "What is this, Toy Story?"

"Then what?!" Brendan spat into the sink. Then an idea hit him. "What about Dream?"

"What?" the girl looked at her boyfriend with surprise on her face.

Brendan shrugged, "I mean, you're like a dream. Surreal, not always the same person even if you look the same, consistently inconsistent. And I have no clue how to understand you, but I love having you."

Dream felt her whole face go red. She couldn't believe Brendan had come up with something like that. Maybe he wasn't as dense as she originally thought.

"Hey, you look like Christmas!" Brendan laughed. Aaaaand, he's back.

*choking on the sap*

Tomorrow's prompt: In a Different Style of Clothing! If you don't want cowboys, please leave a suggestion. Or else you get cowboys. Please. I don't want to do cowboys.

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