Hi! Welcome to the 8th chapter. Where Larry uses more bad words (I mention this for a reason). :) So ya. Be careful! THERE ARE BAD WORDS! So, anyways, this is a short dialogue-filled quiche chapter. I love food.
Fred hesitated. "Well… I don't know. She's nice and all." He grinned. "But she doesn't like to watch T.V."
Larry laughed. Then he grew silent. He then asked again. "Is that a yes or no?"
Fred shrugged. "I don't know, dude. Why? Does it matter to you?" Fred smirked. He knew his navy blue friend always complained about those girls that talked way too much. Roxy was definitely one of them.
Larry knew what his friend was thinking. "No, man. She's kinda annoying." And nice and pretty… Larry mentally kicked himself. I don't even know her! I swear I am acting like Fred! Letting random people into our igloo! I am definitely losing it!
Fred's smirk disappeared. "You sure? Hm? It's okay to admit that you love her. And that you just want to live with her forever." Clearly, Fred was mocking him.
"Shut up. She is a typical, annoying, poor bitch who can't afford a damn igloo." Hoping to prove himself, Larry continued, "Like, seriously, 'what is your favorite color'?" Larry laughed coldly. "Honestly, she is way too idiotic to be liked by anyone."
"Bro, I know you don't like her. Calm down!" Fred grinned. "The day you like someone like her would be the day chips start falling from the sky."
And with that, Fred left the room. Larry gulped. I hope she didn't hear that. He smacked his head with his flipper. Gah! Again? Larry sighed and went to his room to take some medicine for his headache. He thought that he could just go to sleep, but he did not want to. It's just because I have to make sure nothing bad happens and that Fred doesn't do something stupid. Nothing else. After he took his medicine, Larry changed into some more comfortable clothes. Sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Larry yawned as he came into the living room. Roxy laughed and asked him if it was past his bedtime. "Well, actually, yes."
Amused, Roxy shook her head. She then gestured to the pizza and the plates she set out on the coffee table. Fred suggested again that they watch T.V. And this time Roxy agreed.
After an hour or so, Roxy was asleep. Her head rested on Fred's shoulder. The two friends turned off the T.V. after they had laid Roxy down on the makeshift bed. As they went upstairs to their room, Fred asked Larry a question.
"Do you like her?"
Larry gave Fred an are-you-serious look. His green friend smirked. After they wished each other good night, they went to their rooms.
After he had lain down, Larry admitted that he was not sure if he liked Roxy or not. All of his doubt would vanish in the morning.
Ooh… think about the last sentence. Hmm…. So either, he loves or hates her. Huh….I dunno… JK THIS TIME I HAVE PLOT IN MA MIND! :D GOOD DAY! Feel free to review… or not… :P :)