We enter Yolanda's two story Victorian style house and trust me it looks small on outside but it is freaking huge on the inside. She drops her stuff on the floor, pretty much she drops her notebook, pencil, sketchbook, and a eraser.
"Shit!" I hiss, Yolanda turns around confused, then she smirks, "Did you forget your backpack?" she bats she eyelashes and makes a pouty face. I toss one of her couch pillows at her head.
"You know what? My parents can suck it!" I roll my eyes.
Yolanda looks at me and gives me a weird look.
"What?" I snap.
"You forgot your backpack, but you have your cellphone with you?"
"Yeah, so what?"
She laughs mockingly, "Since when did you become a girl?"
I bean her in the head with a pillow but say nothing, well I can't say anything if she throws the pillow back, now can I?
And that starts probably the most violent pillow fight ever, and after what feels like a hour (though it really was ten minutes) somehow Yolanda ends up sitting on top of me, pinning me down on the couch, and holding a pillow against my face. After repeated tries, I realize how she is sitting I can't buck her off me.
"Give up, Lovi~?" she asks too innocently. I nod my head into the pillow which is thrown off me no faster than I had nodded. She smiles sweetly, and when she smiles she closes her eyes, which is fucking great. And when her eyes are closed she is lost to the world, I grab her arms and flip her off me and on to the floor and say casually, "I am hungry."
"Hello Hungry!"
"Bitch! Just make me some food." I wave my hand dismissively.
"You're not the only one who is hungry, Mr. Arrogant Bastard"
"Hmmm, 'Mr. Arrogant Bastard' it has a nice ring to it". I say thoughtfully.
She rolls her eyes but she struts into her kitchen, and a couple moments later pokes her head out and asks while smirks, "Want some stale, old cookies?"
"Bitch please! Your cookies are fucking amazing but your stale cookies are as hard as steel and a lethal weapon!"
"You really shouldn't say that to the person who's gonna feed you, just saying."
"Awwww, you can't kill me, you'd miss me too much".
She walks out of the kitchen slowly, balancing a plate in each hand, and while catching a plate that almost fell, she smirks, "True, but who said I was going to kill you? Besides the worst I can do to you is hospitalization."
She put down plates carefully and shrugged batting her eyes innocently.
And all I could say was, "Bitch!"
She gave a loud laugh and walked back into the kitchen.
"Oi! What're you doing?" I call after her.
"Oh, nothing important..." she says innocently. I just roll my eyes, not wanting to continue the conversation.
"Wanna watch a movie?"
I swallow my food, "Sure bitch. What do you have?"
And that is how we ended up watching the Lion King twice in a row. That's also how I ended up with Hakuna Matata stuck in my head.
"Hey, Lovi~! It's seven o' clock!"
I choke on the lemonade.
"Shit! I need to get home!". I grab all my stuff and run like fuck to the front door.
And before the door slams behind me, I hear Yolanda call, "Good night Lovino!"
Hey guys! Sorry for the late update, I havent been feeling well. Please review, this is the third chapter and this story hasn't gotten one review.
