One-shot. Enjoy.

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I peered over his shoulders to a piece of paper almost halfway filled in his messy scrawl. It seemed like he was making a list. I was about to ask just exactly what he wanted me to stay and read whatever he was writing for, when I caught my name on line number 17. So far, he'd only written up to number 19.

I scanned through the list again, hoping to catch some sort of pattern. Skittles, pictures, kisses, gum, cake, Transformers, guitar… I looked back at number 17 to my name. Nope, nothing seemed to be connected. I read what were the last two things listed: Me (meaning himself) and Y.A.M. I didn't understand the last one, confused at what Y.A.M. stood for.

"What are you doing?" I finally asked, curiosity getting a hold of me.

He stood up and turned to face me. "Making a list." As he said those words, he wrapped both his arms around my waist.

"A list? About what?" I asked, trying to ignore the way my heart beat faster at the touch of skin. He kicked his chair aside and moved closer towards me. Bringing his face down to my collarbone, he inhaled deeply but otherwise didn't respond.

I knew what he was trying to do and almost gave in to his distraction, but pulled away at the last second before he took complete control. He offered me a silent challenge as he started leaving trails of kisses, first starting from my jaw line, slowly making his way down, and daring me to get caught under his enchanting charm.

Oh so this is how you want to play? Any other day, I would have played along—let him think that he'd won, only to bring him under my spell—but today I just wanted to end what had been a horrible day.

So instead, I cut corners and decided to just get to the point. Gently, I pushed him away and locked eyes with him. Arms crossed over my chest, I raised an eyebrow at him pointedly. 5…4…3….2—

"Oh, okay fine. Fine. No distractions." He grumbled.

I smiled slightly at him before asking, "So, about the list? What is it?"

He smirked. "Oh, just a list of things I love."

I was a bit taken back. It wasn't the first time he'd say he loves me, but it was the first time it was tossed in a conversation so casually.

"So what, you love cake more than you love me?" I asked, trying to act casual. I recalled the fact that I was number 17 and Cake had been underneath, number ten, perhaps.

"Actually the list goes from my least to my most, but if you want to put cake before you, I guess that works too. " He said, his smirk turning into a full arrogant smile.

"You jerk." I attempted to slap him on the shoulder but he ducked under my arm and somehow appeared standing right behind me. His arms enclosed around my waist once again, pulling me back as he began making his way towards his bed. I was taken by surprise by this, jerking my elbow behind me.

It hit him straight on the stomach making him tip over the bed and since he was still holding onto me, I fell over with him. I heard a clunk as his head hit the wall in which the bed was leaning against and I fell on top of him.

"Ompfh." His arms let go of me as he reached out the rub his head where the wall had hit him. I used this as an escape as I quickly flipped myself over and pulled myself up off of him. I stood up and tried to smoothen down my hair.

I looked down at him and saw the mock sadness in his eyes at my action. I rolled my eyes down at him and took a few teasing steps back.

"Hey, not fair. I tell you I love you and this is what I get?" He asked, standing up off the bed easily. Before I had a moment to say anything, he reached out to me and once again enclosed me his arms. I let out a small sequel, but soon found his lips on mine.

And that was all it took to completely forget about all my protesting thoughts. All thoughts except for one.

Continuing the pattern that had been going on night, I pulled away from him. He grumbled angrily at me.

"What?" He asked impatiently.

"Just one last thing. What does Y.A.M. stand for?" I asked him. I never liked mysteries and Y.A.M. was beginning to really nag me.

"that's what you interrupted our moment for?" He asked, as he his hand out toward my hair, lowering his face once again toward mine.

"I just want to know." I said, leaning back as much as his arms would allow me to. After all, it was the last thing on his list and I was curious.

"You and me."He answered roughly. "Now can we please?"

I smiled happily at him as I leaned forward towards his lips, happily knowing the one thing that he loved the most.

You and me.

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Just a little something I wrote one late night when an idea popped to me. Just something to get me back on my writing track. It's not that great, but it's something.