Week 4G: Resolutions
Sailor Raspberry
417 words

"Usako, honey!" Mamoru called from their closet. "Where's my red tie?"

Usagi poked her head out of the bathroom, hair twisted up in a towel. "Did you check under my shoe rack?"

"Yes."

"How about in the top drawer of the jewelry box?"

"Yes."

She tapped her lip. "Your underwear drawer?"

"Yes, I even looked in yours, too."

Usagi sighed and made her way over to him. "Here, let me look." She elbowed him out of the way. He took a step back and watched as she rummaged through all the clothes hangers.

About ten seconds later, she emerged from his trouser section, but instead of bearing a red tie, she held an old, dusty book. "Oh my god."

He raised an eyebrow. "What?"

She looked up at him, eyes bright. "This is my diary from middle school! Can you believe it?" She laughed and strode past him. "I haven't seen this since I moved in here. I wonder what I wrote."

He followed her over to the bed, and as she flipped open to a page, she skimmed it and hooted with amusement. "I wrote about that time my shoe hit your head. Look." She held it up to his face. "I even drew a diagram."

Mamoru plucked the book out of her grasp and flipped through the pages. "I wonder what else you've written about me." He looked over at her and waggled his eyebrows. "Probably about how handsome and heroic I was."

She snorted. "You wish."

He paused at a particularly amusing page. "New Year resolutions, huh?" He read the first one. "You wanted to grow your own apple tree? I bet that worked out great."

Usagi snarled. "I was young and had big dreams. There's nothing wrong with that."

Mamoru poked his tongue out. "You wanted to make me fall so hopelessly in love with you that I'd buy you milkshakes every day?"

Her eyebrows went up. "Did I really write that? Goodness, I was really sappy back then."

He nodded his agreement. "I know. Motoki gave you them free every day." He paused and kissed her temple. "I would have bought them for you anyway, though."

Usagi smiled and leaned into him. "Yeah, yeah. You probably would have gotten me an extra cherry too, right?"

"You bet."

She narrowed her eyes. "Then why didn't you?"

"You didn't ask."

Usagi slapped his shoulder. "You're still a jerk, you know that?"

Mamoru poked her side, provoking a delighted giggle. "Yes, but I'm your jerk."