For the love of sour cream:
The murmur of conversation filled the halls of the Rocca residence. Rhythm and blues music hung from the surround sound speakers of the living room where five friends sat. That and being a Friday night the group chose to hang out and for once, be 'normal'.
"Hey Vi, pass the dip, will ya?" the boy with the cape asked. Technically, he wasn't a boy, but one look at his face, and after he runs you through a quick history lesson on Power Rangers, then you'd know for sure that he's the same kid that donned the famed yellow cape since grade school.
"Why? Don't you have enough marshmallows, M&Ms, fudge chocolate, and did I mention sour gummy bears?" She answered. Apparently, sarcasm came with a hot temper plus an attitude problem. You know the type: the ripped jean mini with black leggings, skull covered top, flats, sprite-like hair, and that's on her good days.
"Oh come on. You know the sour cream completes it!" he whined.
"Chip, if you want it so bad," the punk said leaning across the coffee table, "Come and get it." With that, she took the opened glass jar just as the superhero's fingers were still reaching.
"Three, two…" Her sister counted. Now, being the twin of the girl that would beat up any guy who looked at her the wrong way was something that Madison hoped for. She was strong on her own, but Vida's fist seemed to magically appear out of nowhere—even sixth period English. The raven-haired beauty put down her glass and began laughing hysterically on the inside. Chip relieved himself from the floor and a cocky grin was on his face. Vida too had the same look on her face. He lunged at the couch, but she took off and headed for the kitchen. The chase soon ended where it had begun—a loud thud was caused by Chip who pounced on his friend who threw the sour cream jar in the air, which was caught by the 'innocent' Australian who glanced at the sister that looked to the one in the leather jacket.
"Xander! Is the sour cream okay?" Chip asked, jumping off Vida's confused body.
"You knock me down and the only thing you can ask is if the sour cream's okay!" Vida yelled.
"Well, yeah," Chip said, still holding his chocolate and marshmallow creation. He took his finger, dipped it in the recently opened jar, and placed the dollop over the marshmallows. Everyone else turned away, including the now kneeling Vida, as the young superhero munched happily. The music continued to play until the angry sprite shut off the machine.
"Chip! I swear, one of these days, I'm going to—"
"Oh, for the love of sour cream Vi!"
"Don't you get sarcastic with me Thorn!" The others sighed as the arguing pair made their way out the back door.
"You know, arguing and annoying Vida's my job, right?" Xander added. Madison shook her head.
"Apparently, you haven't argued with her enough."
"And what's that supposed to mean Maddie?" She stood up and sighed.
"Don't tell me that Xander Bly, playboy extraordinaire…" The eyes of the one in a green polo widened and pointed at the sliding door.
"Damn it! Am I the last one to know about this?"
"Yep." The other boy answered standing up. He pointed in the same direction and this time, through the glass door, the arguing pair shared a light kiss.
"Ah crap!" and that is how sour cream united a superhero and a sarcastic sprite.