Disclaimer: I wanted to write something witty to show that I didn't own MLR… I couldn't think of anything.
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Heimdall sighed. He was being dragged along by Hel so that she could go shopping. As of now, she had spent a grand total of $5,682. And they had spent the entire time in different bookstores. Finally, Hel walked out through the automatic doors and stopped to wait for him. He gave her a look. One that said, "No more shopping. I'm gonna go broke! Now let's go home."
She shot back a ,"Get your butt over here. NOW."
They looked at each other for a few moments before Heimdall finally hung his head in defeat and slowly trudged behind Hel.
Hel stopped so abruptly that Heimdall hearly ran into her. She had stopped in front of a brand new shop. The sign about the door read, 'Love Shop!' in bright pink letters. Below that, in small red cursive, it read, 'With new Love Machine to make sure your love is true!'
Heimdall cursed under his breath. She had to be kidding. Love Machine? "No. Absolutely not," he said, but it was too late. She had already walked inside. He quickly ran in. The shop was dark with different colored hearts flashing on the walls. All in all, the kind of place that would rip you off. He ran up to Hel, who was currently talking to the shopkeeper. She looked gypsy, with beads and colored scarves everywhere.
"We want to try the Love Machine," Hel said, blushing in the dark.
"A young couple, eh? Follow me," the shopkeeper replied, sounding amused.
They followed her through some curtains and into a dark room. Inside, there was a flashing machine with a large heart above it. The heart read, 'The Love Machine!' Heimdall was about to puke. This was more than her could handle. Way more.
Hel dragged him over to the bright contraption. She pressed a few things, then moved aside to make room for Heimdall.
He stared at the machine for a second, unsure of what to do. Then, on the screen, multiple questions flickered by. They were things like, 'Do you bring her white roses or red roses?' and 'Do you take her out for dinner or a romantic walk on the beach?' Heimdall, of course, knew the answers to none of these. Therefore, he did the most logical thing. Push some random buttons. Finally, the parade of questions ended and the machine beeped and flashed. The screen turned a bright red, then yellow, then orange, then green, then purple, then blue. A big white number flashed, '100! 100!' in their faces.
Hel squealed and glomped Heimdall.
Heimdall, on the other hand, was trying to figure out how this 'love' thing worked.
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R&R please! Flames are welcome. Also, this is probably the last MLR story you'll get from me. I'm starting on a long Harry Potter fanfiction called Death Do Us Part. The pairing is Draco/Hermione. The first chapter should be up soon.