"I'm not stupid!" You screamed in anger, your clawed hands pressing themselves over your ears.

"Yes you are!" Smoker screeched back, his long tongue swinging around in anger.

You two had been arguing over something petty, you didn't even remember what it was about. You think it was on a homework assignment. Yes, that's right! Your teacher assigned Smoker and you to be partners in the science fair and you wanted to do the project on how the Zombie Virus spread throughout your and your fellow students' bodies. But, Smoker wanted to do the project on the outputs of nicotine in cigarettes and what it does to the environment. That's how you both got into that huge fight.

"Let's just do it on the fucking Virus!" you hissed, eyes glowing.

"No way! Everyone does it on that!" Smoker retorted, crossing his arms and looking away defiantly.

"Are you guys arguing again?" Hunter asked, his hoodie covering his sleepy face.

"NO!" The both of you shouted, causing poor Hunter to fall backwards.

He sighed and rubbed his head and stands back up.

"Rrrrriiight." He said sarcastically.

You growled and brought up your claws, "What?!"

"Nothing!" Hunter squeaked, he really didn't want to startle you to the point of having his hoodie shredded.

"Wow, class (f/n)." Smoker coughed "Picking on kids younger than you."

You twisted around. "One, Hunter is older. Two, I wasn't picking on him. And three, shut the hell up!"

You pounced on him and he gave a cough of surprise. Hunter sighed, defeated and walked out of the room. You and Smoker wrestled and growled, you scratched at him and he tried to yank you off of him with his tongue. Finally he was able to push you away just enough for him to jump up and move from your sharp claws. You growled in rage and kneeled down. You couldn't help it; tears began to flow freely from your glowing yellow eyes.

"What's wrong now?" Smoker snarled.

You sniff and press your face into your palms. You hated to fight with anyone, especially your best friend. You could have hurt him really bad if you weren't careful. You mumbled a couple of 'I'm sorry' s and he coughed angrily. Suddenly you feel two arms wrap around you and you look up. Smoker presses his forehead to yours a small smile on his lips. He sucks his tongue into his mouth so it's at average length.

"Please don't cry," he whispers. "I hate to see you cry."

He then leaned in and kissed you. Full on! Right smack-dab on the lips! You blushed and pulled back quickly. He jerked away, laughing hysterically. You scream in rage and begin to chase after his laughing ass, right out the door and down the street. Smoker cheered and coughed as you chased him through the decayed city. He'd have to startle you more often.