Chapter 51 Bangs

"Why can't the walls be blue?" I pouted angrily while crossing my arms. "Because..." Charlie sighed, "The walls are perfectly fine." "No, it isn't." "Yes, it is." "But it isn't!" "It is." "But the wall is not blue!" "So what if it isn't blue?" "The room isn't perfectly fine!" He sighed, "Vanchel..." I mocked him, "Charlie..." "I'm not painting my room blue." "Then move in my room!" Yeah, the walls are blue there. "No Vanch." He shook his head, "The bride is supposed to be moving to the groom's house, not the other way around." "But that doesn't work in our case." I reasoned out, "I mean, since we already live in the same flat, then you should just simply move in my room." He groaned, "That's not how it works, Vanch." "Well it has to!" "It doesn't..." "Well pick your choice." "... in what?" "I'll move in your room, but we have to change the walls or-" I smiled, "You can move in mines and we'll change nothing." He sighed, "I think that we should better move to a house." He grinned, "We'll buy one!" "Ersh..." I silently thought about it, "But... I like this flat..." After all, this is the first flat me and Charlie moved into after graduating in high school for college. "But our little Vanchels and Charlies can't run around this small area." And with that, I felt my blood rushing to my cheeks. "But we won't be having one soon!" His eyes widened, "But we're married!" I think my faced just went a shade darker, "I get that, but still." He laughed before walking behind me and putting an arm around my waist, "Where do you want to live, hun?" "Eww..." I shuddered in disgust, "Don't call me that." "Call you what?" "The H word." He raised an eye brow, "Hentai...?" What? I face palmed in my mind. Charlie and first letter words. "No, I mean..." I whispered, "Hun." He gave me a questioning look, "What's wrong with that?" "You sound old." I shrugged, "We sound old." "What about Sweety Pie?" "No." "Honey Bunge?" "Wha-? Nope." "Kitten?" "I'll kill you." "Fine, what about Love?" "Too cheesy." "Then what then?" "Vangs." I grinned, "I like Vangs." "Vangs?" He asked, before grabbing strands of my hair and covering my face, "You mean bangs?" I laughed and tapped his hands away from my face, "No, Vangs." "Wha-?" He snorted, "Why!?" "Vanchel Langston." I grinned, "It's my new favorite name." "Good." He gave me his million dollar smile before kissing my forehead, then my cheeks. "Because that will be you name forever." Then my lips. Vanchel Langston. Hmm, it has nice ring to it.