"I can't tell if you're joking, anymore." Conor shook his head. "You're going to die."
"Well if I do, you can have my fiddle." Rollan patted Conor's head.
"You don't have a fiddle."
"Well, I guess I'll have to get one!"
"But you'll be dead."
"Yes, but who said that ever stood in the way of anything!"
"Life did."
"Yes, but that's only life, and life doesn't know a thing, or I would have died a million times over."
"You're hopeless."
"I think the word you're looking for is 'genius'."
Rollan snuck into her room, carefully avoiding the creaky floorboards. He reached her bed and grabbed hold of the sheet and jerked it back.
There was the sound of an unsheathing blade, and a split second later, the flat of a knife was pressed against his throat.
"Rollan? What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Meilin tossed her knife onto her bed and cussed in Zhongese at him. "You stupid fucking idiot!" She punched him in the stomach, making him double over. "That is for waking me up!" She punched him in the jaw. "That is for being an idiot!" She cupped her hands around his jaw and pressed her lips firmly against his. "And that is for being my idiot."
He shook his head. "I will never understand you." And he kissed her.
So this is something I wrote a while back. Kinda short, sorry. Just a REEEEEEEEEEEALLY short something or another.
Anyway, tell me what you think. -IADS