"…Dedicated to xLaurelCullenxx for being such an epic RP/Tucker fan! Just a short drabble since I'm giving my other stories a break. R&R?…"
Things that Kill
"Tucker, you're an idiot!" Libby hissed.
"What-why? I didn't do anything wrong!" Tucker replied, his voice sounding both innocent and afraid.
"Then what's this?" Libby asked, her hand circling around her boyfriend's head.
"I got a haircut; do you like it?"
"NO!" Libby squealed. "And besides, you could have gotten hurt!"
"Libby, I'm fine, okay? All I did was get my hair cut; it's not going to kill me…"
"It could have!"
"Well, it didn't." Tucker sighed. He knew that Libby meant the best, but there were a few time when he wished she wasn't so paranoid. He knew she couldn't help it though. She was a cybercondriac- asking her to stop worrying about his health- that was, when she wasn't worrying about her own- was like asking a hemophiliac to stop bleeding. It wasn't fair or right, but it still didn't make living with her any easier.
"I'm sorry." Libby sighed. "It's just…I don't like thinking about a razor being so close to your head, knowing that with one too-sharp move or one second of having it too close to your head could make you bleed. And besides, it looked better long."
"I know Libby. " Tucker frowned, placing a small kiss on her forehead. "How about this: next time I want hair cut, I'll tell you first, and if you agree with me getting it cut, you can use your safety scissors that hardly even cut paper to cut every single strand individually, okay?"
"I think I can live that." Libby smiled. "Although, if I do agree to cut your hair- which I honestly doubt I will- you're going to have to clear your schedule for the day. Those scissors work like crap."
" 'I think I can live with that.' " Tucker quoted, a smile growing on his lips. "How about you and me go out for some frozen yogurt?"
"Sure…..but we're not taking that damn Ferrari." Libby turned her head back to glare at the car to emphasize her point. "I really need to get rid of that thing." she muttered.
"What was that?" Tucker laughed. Libby whipped her head around, an innocent smile on her face.
"We should go before it gets dark."
"Yeah, great cover." Tucker joked as he walked toward Libby's car and hopped in the passenger side. "I'm not getting rid of it, you know."
"I know you aren't." Libby said suggestively, an 'evil smiling' forming on her face.
"And neither are you." he added, raising an eyebrow. Libby's eyes met Tucker's for a brief moment before she backed out onto the streets.
"We'll talk about it." she suggested, her head nodding.
"There's nothing to discuss!"
As the young couple drove off to eat frozen yogurt, they argued back and forth about the red sports car. All the while, Libby was smiling, knowing that the death trap was being towed away as they spoke…
"….hehehe….Silly Libby! Doesn't she know he'll just buy another one? Thnx for reading!…"