Hi! I'm new to fanfiction and this is just a look into the lives of Seth and Misty, a young married couple. I am coming up with a story about them. And it'll be great! So look out for it!
"That's mine." I told Seth when he grabbed my Swiss cheese out of the refrigerator.
"Ours." He corrected.
"But I didn't think you liked Swiss cheese?" I wondered out loud.
"What gave you that idea?"
"Um…You." I retorted.
"When?"
"Hmm let me think," I put my hand on my chin sarcastically. "Oh, I got it, remember that time when I was making you a sandwich because you were sick and I asked if you wanted Swiss cheese? You said 'no I don't like Swiss cheese." Ha! Ha! I remember." I was proud of myself for recalling such a finite detail of our married life.
"We're married remember?" Seth said.
I was shocked at his subtle response. Usually he would at least say something related to the matter before letting it go. "But…you…I…It's my cheese." I sounded like a five year old who just got her toy stolen.
"Why does it matter?" Seth's sultry voice melted my heart.
My mind blanked for an instant but then I regained control over my thoughts. "I don't know." What? I don't know? I do too know! I know exactly what to say! Come on Misty, spit it out! It's my cheese and I don't much like you fooling around and doing God knows what to it. Come on Misty say it!
"See then it doesn't matter." Seth came over and kissed my forehead.
Crap, he got me. "Guess not." I agreed.
"Why do you make a big deal out of stuff like that anyway?" Seth plopped down on the couch with the slice of cheese half hanging out of his mouth.
"You know why."
"Refresh my memory dear." He became sarcastic.
I matched his sarcasm. "You know why honey."
"Pumpkin, please just answer me." Seth gulped the last of my cheese down.
"You know why!" I said through gritted teeth.
"Misty, come on, tell me again." Seth sat up straight now.
"Fine, goodness, I have a little issue with completely letting go of my independence." My voice was so quiet I almost couldn't hear it.
Seth could hear it just fine. "But you're married remember." He held up his left hand and showed me the white gold band around it.
"I know. It's just a little hard. I have been on my own for so long it's just…well…different." I admitted.
"We've been together for, like ever."
"I know but when we were just dating I was still living on my own, paying my own bills, making my own meals." I stated.
"Yeah but is this a burden?" Seth motioned to the rest of the house we shared.
"No, not at all. I love it and I love you, but there are some things that take some time getting used to."
"I know. Hey, at least one thing hasn't changed." He got up and came over to me sitting in another chair in our living room.
"What's that?" I scooted over so he could sit down.
"You're still cooking."
I laughed hysterically. Seth couldn't cook if he had gone to culinary school for nine years, was taught by the best instructor, and was thought to be a protégé. He tried a countless number of times to come in the kitchen and lend a hand but it was no use. Needless to say, we have had to replace curtains and other flammable items more than a few times. He still comes in and helps, only by getting things out and putting them away, not anything breakable though. Let's just say eggs are very messy to clean off linoleum.
"Yep, still cooking." I smiled at him.
"So about the pineapple juice…?" Seth started.
I looked at him squished next to me in the overstuffed armchair. "What about it." My eyes dared him to say anything.
"You have great, beautiful," He thought of another word. "Dazzling green eyes." He smiled a huge toothy smile, and batted his eyelashes, trying to butter me up.
"I know." I simply replied.
"And you're amazing." His eyelashes batted away.
I looked away from him and out the window. "I have been told by," I looked back sharply, "Many people."
"Feisty aren't we?" Seth looked mischievous as well.
I didn't say anything except I raised one eyebrow to tell him I knew what he was thinking.
"Hey look over—" Seth pointed to the window but I weaseled myself out from between him and the armrest as fast as I could.
"No you don't!" Seth grabbed my hips and pulled my back into the chair and he tried to get up.
"Pineapple juice! No!" I pleaded, falling back to the chair.
"Mine now!" He yelled as he stumbled out.
I saw my chance and I took it. I grabbed his leg and in one swift move, pulled him into the chair all the while pulling myself out.
"Hey, that's not fair." Seth clambered out of the chair although I was already halfway to the kitchen.
Seth ran after me but I opened the refrigerator door to find my juice. I had only moments before my husband would come into the kitchen and guzzle my precious pineapple juice.
"It's mine!" Seth begged from the beginning of the kitchen.
I was still huddled over the refrigerator door, searching.
"What can't find it?" Seth came up behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck.
"It's not here?" I felt defeated although no one had won. The pineapple juice was gone. "It was just here."
Seth's non-response said enough to me. I slowly shut the door to the refrigerator and put on my nicest fake smile. "Honey."
"Yes dear." Seth had the biggest grin I had ever seen. He slowly backed up but ran into a counter.
"Where's my pineapple juice?" I asked in the nicest, most Valley-Girl tone.
"I don't know." Seth mocked my tone.
I got right up in his perfect face and saw the man I loved. I couldn't let my love blind me from this though. "I'll get you back. You just wait. When you least expect it BAM, there it'll be, something you like, gone, vanished, MIA, missing, never to be found again."
"I'd like to see you try." He defiantly challenged.
"It's a bet then."
Our eyes narrowed as I held out my hand for him to shake in a deal, like in the movies.
"Sure is." Seth shook my hand and the deal was made.
