"I still can't believe you said that." you said, your voice still trembling and cracking from that roar of laughter you had just moments ago. Your Spanish lover, Antonio, could say the most ridiculous things you couldn't have never dreamed of.
In the middle of a little lovers-spat you had, Antonio was getting quite flustered, actually. But not the 'I'm gonna punch ya in the throat' kind of deal. It was the kind of fluster of where you could look back on it one day and laugh your behind off at it. But in this case, instead of looking back on it days from now, you looked back on it minutes from now.
Antonio was stuttering here and there, making the simple word 'because' become into millions of other silly pronunciations. This spat became into a laughter fest in a matter of minutes. Just when you thought it couldn't get any funnier, he said the thing that you would've never thought of.
"For the love of tacos, will you just let it go?!" he exclaimed, his voice rising at least three octaves above normal. Within seconds laughter filled the entire house. You laughed like you never had before. It was that kind of laugh where your insides hurt hours afterwards. You were surprised the neighbors didn't hear you. You sounded like a hyena on steroids. Meanwhile, Antonio was looking at you like you were a crazed woman who recently escaped from a insane asylum.
"W-what's so funny?" he asked, starting to catch on to why you were laughing so much.
"Y-you said f-for the love of TACOS!" you exclaimed, stuttering and laughing in the middle of your sentence. "W-who says that?!" Antonio starting blushing uncontrollably. He started getting defensive, once again, in the cute kind of way.
"I do, thank you very much!" he said, acting like he was highly offended. "Who laughs like HYENA, [Name], who does THAT?" he questioned, directing the question to you, since, well, let's face it, you did laugh like a hyena. Just a little bit.
This question didn't help your laughter at all. In fact, it just made it worse. So much that you had to sit down on the couch to prevent from falling.
After a few moments of silence, you started to fade out of your laughing fit. Wiping away the laughter tears that were pooling in your eyes, you spoke once more.
"I-i'm sorry. For laughing so much." you said, motioning him to sit of the couch. With hesitation, he sat next to you, holding you in his arms.
"It's okay." he said in a hushed tone.
Before long, you started to doze off, and Antonio was struggling to keep awake. Closing your eyes, you said one more thing.
"For the love of tacos, go to sleep already."