Title: Toilet Seat
Author: mikaruzero
Pairing: Denzel/Lyra
Word Count: 626 words
Ficlet number: 13
Warnings: Oh, just some insanity with the toilet. :D
Disclaimer: None.
Randomness Chapter II
13. Toilet Seat
Summary: Girls can turn everything into a big deal.
Even this.
Question: Why do girls get so mad when we guys forget to put down the toilet seat?
That was the question I had thought of when I was at Lyra's house, during her birthday. My thoughts about it were very reasonable and obvious, and I know that the rest of the male population will most likely agree with it:
It's called forgetting. Everyone does it! Even people with very good memory like me. Haven't you ever, like, forgotten your math homework or forgotten your pants at home or forgot to feed your cat?
Well, not the pants one, maybe. But still.
But girls get SO mad whenever something stupid like that happens. Girls get worked up over the most insignificant things, like –
Like during Lyra's party! I could remember it as if it was yesterday…(Or maybe because it really was yesterday).
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"DENZEL DUANE CHUA SOLIABAN! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT DOWN HERE THIS INSTANT!" yelled a voice.
Pssh. The voice had to be Lyra, 'cause no one else dares call my butt lazy.
I stomped down there – this had to be quick; I wasn't finished eating yet. And I've waited long enough to eat her cooking.
I went downstairs and saw Lyra leaning on the doorframe to the bathroom, which would've been menacing if I hadn't been about 3 inches taller than her. Not much, but hey, it made her mad.
"Denzel," she said in an eerily calm voice. "Would you care to tell me what's wrong in this room?"
She pointed to the bathroom, and I looked inside.
"Well, for starters," I began, "The ceiling's got little cracks in it, and the paint on the walls is wearing off, and the floor's tiling is kind of funny, and-
"No, Denzel, not the details," Lyra said, even more calmly. "Look at the big picture."
I sighed. "Lyra, the picture of fruits on the wall is not very big, so why –"
"LOOK AT THE TOILET, YOU IDIOT!" she screeched.
So I looked.
And looked.
And looked.
And looked.
And saw…
Nothing.
"Yeah, uh, I'm looking, Lyra, and I'm not seeing anythi–"
"THE TOILET SEAT, STUPID!"
I blinked. The toilet seat. Duh. Of course. Now everything was clear.
"Lyra, nothing's wrong with the toilet seat, unless you count the fact that it's green."
It was like watching a sunset. Lyra's face went from pink to red to orange to a shade lighter than violet then settled back to pink. Huh. If only there had been some gold, it would have been absolutely wonderful.
"Denzel. It's up." She spoke with a short, clipped edge to her voice.
"Oo-kay…"
Lyra screamed in frustration, then stomped upstairs. I heard a door slam, then another scream (I'm guessing that it was being muffled by a pillow, considering the difference in the volume of her two shrieks).
I rolled my eyes. Girls.
...But why did she immediately think to blame me for the toilet seat? (She has other visitors there during her party who could've done that.)
AN: Um, about the toilet, being green? Uhh, the color of the toilet itselfisgreen (not white, or any other color). Lyra changed colors (haha) because she's getting frustrated at Denzel.
P.S. Thank you, Chino, for the wonderful fireworks that you and mommy have gotten into because of the toilet seat. I had the very fortunate opportunity to watch it from the best seat in the house. :D Too bad I didn't get to record it.