"And another thing! Do I look like your maid? Your shoes are meant to be put in your closet, not kicked somewhere randomly in the middle of the freaking floor! Do you know how many times I've tripped over those damned things in the dark? They had might as well be bricks, they hurt so damn much!" The woman scolded the person in front of her.

Now from the lecture just given, you'd think that she'd been talking to a child. Well, she was talking to the adult equivalent of a child, Ken Kennedy. He was brash, cocky, conceited, and threw temper tantrums when he didn't get his way.

See? The adult equivalent of a child.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked.

"No, not really." Ken said nonchalantly, too busy filing his fingernails to even look up at her. "Hey hun, if it isn't too much trouble…well actually, I don't care if it is, go get me some clear nail polish."

"Oh no but honey, taupe is definitely your color," she rolled her eyes. "You can be so gay sometimes, I swear."

Ken glared at her, "Just go get the damn nail polish.

"Again, do I look like your maid?"

"No, you look like the girl who I've asked twice to get the polish, but still have failed to do so!" Ken yelled, slightly irritated.

Her eye twitched. Remind her again, why was she with this arrogant bastard? Because she seemed to forget. Her eye was still twitching uncontrollably.

Twitch.

Twitch.

Twitch again.

"YARRRRRR!" she screamed shrilly before grabbing a pillow, leaping on top of him, and beating him with the usually soft, but at the moment pain inflicting object.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!" Ken exclaimed, trying to block the nonstop, not to mention painful hits being directed at him. "STOP! YOU'RE GOING TO BRUISE MY FACE!"

The woman stopped, breathing heavily and still straddling his waist. "You see, Ken… I can't damage your face with a pillow. I can, however damage your face… WITH MY FISTS." She yelled before unleashing punches all over Ken.

You see, this was a damn near daily occurrence. Ken would say something or do something rude to tick her off, and she'd usually verbally dismantle him. In this case, physically dismantle him.

"THIS IS ABUSE!" Ken exclaimed. "GET…OFF!" He screamed before finally pushing her off, making her fly off to the floor.

"Take your damn clothes off-"

"You're trying to rape me?! What kind of monster are you?" Ken exclaimed in shock, covering his chest with his hands.

The sad thing about it was, he was serious.

"I wasn't fucking finished. I said take your clothes off-"

"SEE?! RAPE!" He exclaimed.

"Take your clothes off of the CLOTHES LINE OUTSIDE, YOU MORON." She yelled, rolling her eyes.

Ken looked at her wide-eyed. Did she just…? "What did you just call me?"

She only rolled her eyes and grabbed the pillow that she had previously attacked him with, raising it threateningly.

"Oh I remember." Ken said hurriedly before running out to get his clothes.

She sighed and went to sit on the couch, only to be stopped by Ken when he walked back into the room.

"Where are your clothes?" She inquired, still catching her breath.

"Still outside. I just wanted to tell you that I love you, Misty." He smiled before walking back outside.

She finally sat on the couch and crossed her arms with a sardonic smile, "Yeah, the funny thing is, I love you too."

That's what she had to put up with everyday. But she loved it. And she loved him.

--END STORY--

I got bored, this is the result. Hi Misty –waves-.

Reviews appreciated.

-Chantel