(written for a birthday gift; Odd and Sissi are 17 or 18, in their last year of secondary schooling here)
"Odd," she says, when she clicks off the screensaver on her laptop. "What is that?"
Her boyfriend has his head smashed into her pillow; his typical state of unmovable laziness after class, but he rolls over and blinks bleary eyes in her direction. Sissi points at the screen. He gets up and drapes himself over her shoulder, follows her finger and replies, completely nonchalantly, "Drawing references."
"Drawing references for what, exactly?"
He wiggles his eyebrows at her. She smacks him on the shoulder. He responds with an overly dramatic shout and she sticks her tongue out at him. "You're so cruel, dearest."
"Shut up Della Robbia," she snaps. He obliges by collapsing against her, gravity rolling him down until his head is in her lap, his knees on the floor. "Ugh," he groans, wrapping his hands around her waist, "Why do they make us go to class every day? I think even my stomach is sore from all that math."
"Your stomach is sore from all those disgusting leftovers you shoveled in it." She gives up on getting an explanation; with Odd, as much as she loathes to admit it, there's some things you just never understand.
The door swings open and Aelita calls, "Odd? Jeremie and I have been look— Oh." She looks at Sissi, to the screen, then back to Sissi, then down to Odd, and her face starts to color. "I'll just! Come back later! Thanks!"
Odd snorts, still refusing to move. Sissi pokes him in the back of the head and frowns. "If your cousin spreads weird rumors about me, Odd…"
"But Sissi," he mock protests, then raises his head and pulls her from the chair down to the floor with him. "What rumors would she have to spread! You, a principal's daughter, the very—"
She shuts him up with a kiss. "Idiot," she says. He just winks.