Me being cold.

Like, honest to gods it was the pettiest argument we've ever had. It didn't get, like, heated or anything, but we did argue about it for a while.

See, what happened was, we were kissing, okay.

We're just sitting there kissing and he ran his hand against my hip, under my shirt. The touch was really light to it made me shiver a bit. Now, I will say it was a bit chilly, but not enough to constitute a sweater. Though his hands were freezing. Anyway, then, he went into doctor mode.

He was like "babe, are you okay? You're shivering. Do you need a sweater?"

Obviously, I was fine. My day had been great, I was with my favorite person ever, and he had been kissing me. I wasn't freezing and I didn't need a sweater.

So, I told him just that. Of course, William didn't believe me so he started arguing with me about putting a sweater on. I refused and we went back and forth like that for a little before he just pulled his hoodie off and pulled it over my head.

That's probably the weirdest thing we've argued about that I can remember.

I'm sure there's been weirder stuff, but I'm just forgetting because we don't argue often.