What were they thinking?
Sara: You seem distracted.
Michael: (I'm just going over my plan to save my brother from solitary and execution, escape with six other men who are thieves, murderers and rapists without breaking my own neck yet constantly maintaining this cool, charming and collected facade largely for your benefit whilst trying not to fall in love with you but failing a little in that area anyway) Got a lot on my mind.
Sara: Well does it have anything to do with the people who took these toes? (Seriously I'm really getting into the mystery of the missing toes, give me clues damn it)
Michael: (Sorry doc, no can do. Wish I could but then I'd have to kill you and I'm kinda fond of seeing you every day. Time to change the subject) Nice flowers.
Sara: Right (I hate you)
Michael: (How can I flirt, find out what guy is after you so I can take em out but be cool at the same time…) Do we have an admirer? (Oh yeah)
Sara: They're from my father (Quit while you're ahead)
Michael: Ah what's the occasion?
Sara: (If you must know) It's my Birthday.
Michael: Today? (Oh what will I get on such short notice?)
Sara: M-hm (Please quit while you're ahead or I am going to have to get icy on your lovely ass. Be sweet another day, I'm not in the mood)
Michael: (I'll look gorgeous for a moment and I hope she notices cause it takes a lot of energy to look this great, I'll speak all softly as well) Happy Birthday.
Sara: (Ice) Thank you.
Michael: Hm (Brrr did it just get colder in here?) Ok
Sara: What? (I did give you a fair warning)
Michael: (Whoa, relax doc I was just trying to be nice) Nothing, birthdays usually aren't sore subjects that's all. Unless the celebrant is feeling her age, which I don't see is possible ( wink, wink, nudge, nudge. I just made allusions to the fact that you look young; I'm trying to make you feel better. I am a nice guy)
Sara: (Thanks, if you wanted to know my age you just had to ask I mean I know I say we need to be formal but you know I'm just kidding right?) Michael I'm 29 years old, I'm not feeling my age. It's just that of those 29 birthdays (make a note of this, there'll be a pop quiz later) he has managed to see me on precisely 6 of them so…I get flowers instead (That's right, he has the gall to emotionally scar me then doesn't even try make up with material gifts!) Flowers that end up dead and in the trash within a week (See this is what you've done, you've made me bring it up and now I'm all upset) Sounded bitter, huh?
Michael: (Oh snoogy-poo! Wish I could give you a big hug right now but I know you would totally freak out and call security) Kind of.
Sara: No big deal (Actually it is a big deal, in case you hadn't noticed, I wish you would hug me but it's totally against the rules) You're all set (Remember I want 50 of what you sell) I will see you tomorrow.
Michael: Ok. I'm sorry you feel that way, about the flowers I mean (I'll make it up to you some how)
Sara: (Whatever)
Next Day
Michael: You threw away the flowers (What give-eth?)
Sara: (Quiz time! Who do I hate?) Like I said, they don't last.
Michael: (Your Father) I don't think they're dead yet.
Sara: (Correct! Well here's how I see it, You're a lot prettier than the flowers so if I can't have you then I won't have flowers either, see?) I don't like getting attached to things if I know they won't last, hold this.
Michael: Why are you so cynical? (Just cause you can't have me doesn't mean you should stop trying)
Sara: (Touché) Michael I think there's cynicism then there's realism-
Michael: Then there's optimism or faith (I may just kiss you one day, you never know)
Sara: (Don't cut me off I was talking!) This coming from an eight toed guy locked away in a penitentiary (Sucks to be you)
Michael: Toes are overrated (I mean sure I'm off balance a lot since the incident, I can't sleep at night because of the pain, Bellick uses my injury to his evil advantage and the bandage is annoying and bunches up in my shoes but other than that I don't miss em that much)
Sara: Thank you for trying to make me smile but not today (Bye, bye babe)
Michael: You never know (Alright I'm going but I wish I could hang around to see the look on your face…especially after all the trouble I went to get that bloody origami paper)
Sara: (Ha! I didn't smile; I win…what's this? Oh a paper flower, how sweet! I get it - it'll last forever that's gorgeous! Damn it I smiled! Wait…did he say something about kissing me before?)
A/N: I hope you all liked this fic, it was simple but enjoyable. Leave a review please! Thanks!