I own nothing.
"Go die in a hole!" Rin semi-screamed at Len.
Len put his hands up "Woah. What did I do?"
Rin's eyes narrowed as she poked his chest "You know damn well what you did."
Len sighed "No, Rin, I don't."
She looked at him "First, you hide medicine. In. My. Orange. then you say certain... terms."
Len sighs. "First off, I put the medicine in your orange because you're sick and that's the only way I could think of to get you to take it. Secondly, what term made you so upset?"
Rin glares "You know which term."
Len looks dumbfounded "Rin, I think you've gone crazy from the fever."
Rin crosses her arms "I have most certainly not!"
Len knew he wasn't going to win this argument "Rin, what term?"
She sighs "You know..."
He shakes his head "No, Rin, I really, really don't."
She rolls her eyes then hurriedly says "making love," cringing at her words.
Len says "Ohh. You mean making love?"
She cringes "You know I hate that term with a passion and it literally makes me cringe!"
Len smiles and kisses her forehead "I know, that's why I love you."
A/N: I got the idea for this from something that actually happened to me. Not the medicine in my orange, the dislike of the term making love. My friends like to torture me about it.