-One Almost Bad Argument-

"Your a good dancer, Rima!,"Chum Chum said to me. We were at my house, dancing to some old records my mother found in one of the boxes we didn't unpack when we moved. My great grandmother's old record player still worked and we had found a bunch of old waltz records lying around the attic. I lead Kyle around the room in a slow and clumsy waltz.

"No I'm not,"I giggled. I stepped on Kyle's sneaker, tripping us up a bit. Fanboy shook his head.

"No, no, no,"he said to us. He moved Kyle to the side and took my hands. "Like this,"he instructed me. His dancing was awesome and something I didn't expect from him. Kyle crossed his arms.

"I could do that,"he mumbled. Chum Chum clapped his hands at our smooth dancing. I smiled at Fanboy, who smiled back at me.

"See, your a good dancer,"he said to me. I blushed.

"Now I am,"I giggled. Kyle switched off the record suddenly. Fanboy and I looked over at him, slowly letting go of each other.

"Hey, whatcha doing Kyle?,"Fanboy asked. I crossed my arms. Kyle crossed his as well.

"Enough dancing,"he growled,"It's boring me." I clenched my fists, knowing this was just one of Kyle's jealous fits. I stared at him.

"Why do you ALWAYS do this?,"I asked him, clearly annoyed. He raised an eyebrow at me.

"Do what?"

"Stuff like this! You always get all jealous when I'm having a good time with other guys that aren't you!"

"I do NOT!"

"Yes you do! You always do!" He stuck his tounge out at me. I gasped at his sudden sass. The feeling in the room changed completly and everyone felt it. Kyle continued the now serious argument.

"Your lying,"he spat,"I've never done a thing like that." My cheeks turned bright red.

"Did you just call me a liar?,"I growled. He rolled his eyes.

"Not directly,"he mumbled. I charged at him, pushing him out the front door.

"GET OUT!,"I screamed,"GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!" Fanboy and Chum Chum gasped. My mother quickly ran over to see what was going on.

"Kids? Whats happening?,"she asked me directly. Kyle stomped his foot down.

"I'M NEVER COMING BACK!,"he yelled, ignoring my mother. At that moment, I swear steam was blowing out of my ears.

"FINE! DON'T, EVER!,"I yelled back.

"FINE! WE'RE DONE! OVER! FINISHED!"

"FINE! I DON'T CARE!" Fanboy, Chum Chum and my mother all gasped as they witnessed the end of everything. I slammed the door as Kyle headed off down the street. Fanboy quickly opened the door and rushed down the street after Kyle. Chum Chum and my mother tried to catch up to me as I ran up to my room. I closed the door and locked it before they could enter.

"Rima, love. Please open the door,"my mother called.

"DON'T CALL ME LOVE!,"I cried. I hopped on my bed and buried my face in my pillow. That IDIOT! If he doesn't like me anymore, I could care less. He's just a geek! A loser geek with no friends! A super loser geek who thinks he's a wizard...well he is a wizard. A cute wizard-WAIT! NO HE ISN'T! HE'S SCUM! I screamed into my pillow as tears streamed out of my eyes.

"Rima, please open up,"Chum Chum called out to me. I sat up and held my chest as I tried to collect enough air to answer.

"No, p-please just leave me a-alone a bit,"I whimpered. The sound of my voice made it obvious that I was crying. They didn't knock on the door again. I walked around my room, pulling out stuffed animals, gifts and pictures that Kyle had given me to give back to him. I didn't want to look at any of them right now. I was soo angry. I gathered them into one of the boxes I used to move and rushed out of my room with it all. My mother and Chum Chum tried to stop me from going out the door with the box, but I was too fast for them.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!,"I shouted at them. They didn't chase after me. I walked down the street, swatting away a tear every now and then. When I turned the corner, I bumped into another box. I looked around it and saw Kyle looking back at me, holding a box of stuff I gave him in his arms.

"Oh, so you too?,"he asked. I set my box down and lifted my nose in the air.

"Of course,"I replied,"I don't want any of your cheap gifts and junk filling up my room." He clenched his braced teeth and gritted them roughly.

"NEITHER DO I!,"he shouted. I smiled at how easy I could get him angry. He kneeled down and dug into his box. "I DON'T NEED THIS SCRAP BOOK OR THIS VALENTINE'S DAY CARD OR THIS SCARF!" I dug into mine as well.

"WELL, I DON'T NEED THIS STUFFED BEAR OR THIS NECKLACE OR THESE...these pictures from the photo booth at the movies." He looked up at me as I looked down at the pictures. We were putting up peace signs, laughing in another, and I gave him a kiss in another. I sniffed down at the collection of pictures. He scooted next to me and looked down at them with me.

"Oh, these,"he said,"I remember these." He dug into his box and pulled out a copy. "I have them too." A tear escaped my eye. I looked up at Kyle.

"I-I'm sorry,"I said to him,"You probably don't care but, I don't really want to-"

"Me neither,"he smiled,"We were angry, that's all. I'm sorry too. It's my fault. I shouldn't have done what I did." I nodded. He wiped the tear away from my face an handed me the stuffed bear from my box. I smiled at him.

"Thank you,"I whispered.

"Your welcome,"he whispered back. He pulled me into a hug. I hugged him back. Our stuff covered the sidewalk around us. People who walked by watched us hugging each other on the ground that we sat on. Fanboy finally caught up with Kyle and fell on the sidewalk from all the running.

"Y-you guys are friends again?,"he asked, panting through his sentence. I looked up at him.

"Yup, we are. Right Kyle?"

"Yes. Of course we are." We stood up and picked up our boxes. Kyle looked at me.

"Do you really think the gifts I give your are all a bunch of junk?,"he asked. I laughed.

"Kyle, I was mad. Of course not. Do you think mine are?"

"No love, I don't."

"Okay, just checking." We laughed as we parted ways. I quickly turned around. "WAIT!,"I shouted. Kyle turned around.

"What is it?,"he asked. I blushed.

"I-I love you,"I smiled. He smiled back.

"I love you too." Fanboy giggled. Kyle shot him a bad look. "Nothing's funny Fanboy!" He yelled as he walked away.