urie has the blankest face you’ve ever seen.
you’re always the first to laugh or look away in these contests. it’s never on purpose; sometimes you just make eye contact and bam, you’ve got a staring contest. it hasn’t been long and he knows that you’ll lose soon. when you lean dangerously close to him, he doesn’t falter, but suspicion arises.
“do you love me?”
and there it is-- his lips are beginning to twitch.
“sure thing, cookie.”
he hates that he likes that stupid nickname.
ten seconds later.
he cracks a smile.
you win for the first time that day.