"Hey, Skye! Guess what day it is?"
She could hear the smile on his face even through she was adamantly NOT looking at him. This pestering had been going on for over an hour, and no matter how loud she turned up the volume on her earbuds, his playful teasing just refused to be drowned out.
"Shut up!"
"Nope. Wrong answer."
She groaned and sunk deeper into the couch. Of course it was the wrong answer. Everything she said in the last 60 minutes had been the wrong answer. This game was getting old quickly.
"Then WHAT?!"
True to form, he just grinned at her outburst. She had a sneaking suspicion that he loved to watch her explode. And over the last 6 years he had gotten plenty of chances to witness that not-so-rare occurrence.
"Guess."
Oh, he was definitely grinning now.
"NO! Now, please, SHUT UP, would you!?"
"Okay, then… Since you asked so sweetly, I'll tell you."
"Jeffrey…"
That was her warning growl. If he didn't stop soon he was as good as dead.
"It's National Punch the Person You Love in the Face Day!"
She just rolled her eyes.
"Hey, Skye?"
"WHAT?!"
He was smirking; she KNEW he was smirking.
"Nothing."
Two beats of silence, and then:
"Skye?"
"WHAT?!"
"Nothing."
She began to tap her fingers on her arm in annoyance. This was getting REALLY frustrating.
"Skye?"
"Jeffrey, I swear…"
"Skye."
"Jeffrey Tifton, if you utter one more word…"
"Skye."
WHAM! Flesh collided with flesh, knuckles against nose, and his whole world began to spin.
The sense of satisfaction that was spreading throughout her body at the sight of the blood spilling down his face was short-lived however, and died as soon as the next sentence was out of his swollen mouth.
"I KNEW you loved me."
"OH, SHUT UP!"
(End.)
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