SLAP!
Anger.
Confusion.
Fear.
Why?
Why?
WHY?!
She ran.
He watched her go.
She grabbed her pillow and screamed.
The doorbell rang.
Chocolate at her front door. No lazy ass idiot in sight.
She scoffed.
The doorbell rang again.
She opened it mechanically. She'd forgotten his existence again. It had been happening quite often recently.
He gave her a peace offering. Fan Polish.
Her lips twitched upwards slightly.
She smirked. Slightly.
He sighed. "All I did was buy you a ring."
She harrumphed.
"You already agreed to marry me two days ago," he pointed out.
She turned away.
He stood at the door sighing, hands in pockets.
"Are you on your period again?" His face was blank.
She scowled.
He smirked.
She whacked him on the head.
He stumbled.
"Moron! If you have the time to buy stupid, useless junk, you can work on that good-for-nothing lazy attitude!" she yelled.
She always yelled.
He looked at her, a strange look in his eyes.
Her face flushed without her permission. Again.
He kissed her.
She was drowning.
He smirked.
"I hate you."
"I love you too."
He rubbed his aching head.
She whacked him again.
"Troublesome."
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