HEY I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED THE FIGHT IN THE LAST CHAPTER . ALSO, I DON'T OWN ANYTHING!
As they both walked back into the house, it didn't take rocket science to see that they were both just pissed beyond there own possible limits. "Sorry Pasadena." Crash says with sincerity. "Sorry for what?" the possum asks confused. "For those two." Crash ensures the possum. "Oh, that's O.K. They were a walk in the park anyway. "Yea, I guess so." Crash says with a sigh. "Crash are you alright?" the possum asks concerned. He turns to here with a smile on his face. "Are you hungry?" He asks the possum. "Yes." She replies. "What do you want to eat?" Crash says as he stands from his position on the couch and makes his way to the kitchen. "Spaghetti." The possum requests. "My favorite." Crash says. "No my second favorite." Crash corrects himself. "What's your favorite?" Pasadena asked confused. "You." Crash says in a playful tone. Pasadena giggled as she began to blush. When crash finished cooking and the possum finished setting the table. They quietly ate and when they were finished they snuggled on the couch. "Crash." The possum broke the silence. "Yes Passy." The bandicoot replies. "Where is the rest of your family." "There on vacation." Crash says. "Why didn't you go with them?" She asks. "Fucking Cortex's dumbass wont give me a break." He says with anger in his voice. "That must suck." The possum says. " No I'm happy I ran into you again." He says with a smile. They cuddle closer. "Hey want to go to the club later?" the bandicoot asks her. No reply. He looks down and she is peacefully asleep. He falls asleep shortly after.