Afternoon
"Do you really like romance movies?" She asked him.
He sighed. "My mother, she has a tendancy to say things that should not be said, especially in front of girls."
"You didn't answer the question."
He turned to face her. He looked at her longer than needed, noticing that she really does look good in yellow. "If you must know, yes, I do enjoy watching romance movies."
She laughed. "You learn something everyday."
He raised an eyebrow. "What's that supposed to mean?"
She raised an eyebrow back, mocking him. "It means whatever you want it to mean."
"I see."
They stood there looking at each other, not quite awkward with one another, but not comfortable. After a long silence, she finally had the courage to ask him some more questions. "What else do you like?"
"I enjoy many things."
She rolled her eyes at him. "Spock, first thing's first. Can you please stop speaking like an answering machine and more like a teenager?"
"This is how teenagers speak on my planet."
"Well, you're half human, so speak like a human would."
"I consider myself more Vulcan than human." As he said this, he stiffened this posture.
She nodded her head, hands on her hips. "Why?" She demanded.
For the second time in his life, he was afraid to answer a woman. "Because...Because...I was born here, I went to school here, and I plan to stay here."
"Stupid." She walked in the other direction.
Spock stood there, unknowing that his mother was watching the whole thing. "You know Spock, sometimes I wonder about you."
"..."
"Go apologize to her."
"I haven't said anything wrong."
"Yes you did. Trust me, you did. Now go apologize."
"Mother, I do not find the logic in apologzing to-"
"Just go!" She was the other woman he was afraid of crossing. He walked down the hallway as fast as he could, which for a Vulcan was pretty fast. He pondered outside her door. As he was about to knock, the door opened, leaving him with his hand in the air.
"Hi." She said.
"Hello." He answered back. "How are you?"
"I'm fine Spock."
He coughs. "My mother told me to come and apologize."
There's a pause. "You don't need to apologize. You just have to stop acting so Vulcan all the time!"
He raises both eyebrows. "Acting Vulcan? Nyota I am Vulcan."
"You think I don't know that Spock? I'm on the freakin' planet. Everyone is Vulcan."
"Then why did you suggest that I act less Vulcan?"
She gives him an annoyed look. "Because Spock, you're the only teenager that I know here. I don't want to be around a robot for three months. You're half human for God's sake, you can at least try to let loose. You act like you have a stick up your ass."
His eyebrows go so high up his forehead they become invisible. "What?" He quickly retracted his comment.
"You heard what I said." She blankly stated.
"I do not have a stick up my ass." He said approaching her face.
"Oh you don't?"
"That's right. I don't."
"Proove it." She challenged.
"I don't have to."
"Huh." She clicked her tongue. "Too bad." She closed the door in his face, but he intercepted. "Yes?" She said in the most angelic voice.
"...I accept your challenge."
"Great. Now shoo." She closed the door in his face once again.
