Perfect Fit
Disclaimer: I still don't own it, and I am back to being a poor student with bills, so I'm eve less worth suing.
AN: Written for a class assignment on dialogue, and thus no names. The concept has been done, but I thought it might be fun to post in anyway.
"Just twist a bit. It will fit," she said, sighing in frustration.
"You would think so, but this seems to be a more complex situation than usual."
"Only if you make it that way."
"I'm not. I'm really not. Any it's not like I usually have a problem with these sorts of things, you know that. It's just not happening today," he said.
"Do you have to be so dramatic?"
"I'm not being dramatic. I'm just telling it like it is. This is not going to fit in the space provided."
"It would if you put a little finesse into it."
"I have plenty of finesse."
"Really, now?"
"Hey, come on," he said, his voice rising.
"Don't start."
"I did not start anything. You are the one who -"
"Is getting tired of waiting for you to pick it up and get on with it. I don't want to do this all night. I have a book to read," she said, as she blew a strand of hair from her forehead.
"Great. Thanks very much. That's really helping my ability to get this done. Extremely helpful commentary."
"You want hopeful commentary?" She asked. "Pick it up and turn a little, it will fit."
"I don't think -"
"Why am I not surprised?"
"Cute," he said.
"Let's get this over with."
"I already told you I don't think it will fit. I don't know what it's hard for you to understand but…wait a minute. I'll be damned."
"Ha. Told you so," she said.
"That has to be the hardest anyone has ever had to work to move a crib," he said, by way of comment.
"Drama queen," she said, under her breath.