"Use your psyche, Lucas," I pointed at his head as I said that. I find it ridiculous to use that word (I don't know why) especially now that he looks confused.
"What does my personality had to do with what we're talking about?" he asked, making me laugh more. I guess I'm just like him—we both have the mood swings.
"Brain, Lucas, brain! For Pete's sake, you should really take time filling up your empty mind," I meant that as a joke.
He laugh sarcastically and retorted: "So you're not pissed, not jealous, and you called me your boyfriend? You rarely do that,"
I glared at him with a what-do-you0think look. "I won't mind if you'll get pissed or jealous. In fact, you don't need to be. You shouldn't be jealous of anything because you know that you're the one I love," he tucked some of my hair strands at the back of my ear.
