Hoarse [hohrs] adjective
1. Having a vocal tone characterized by weakness of intensity and excessive breathiness.; husky
Freddie Benson had a secret: he had purposely caused this fight between himself and Carly.
Just like he had caused the one they had a few weeks ago and the one a month before that.
These fights were never serious; in fact, they were what those in serious relationships call 'nothing fights.'
They were never about anything terribly risky or substantial and were never elevated to a truly personal level. They were silly arguments had by two people who often held on stubbornly to differing opinions about things that just…really shouldn't matter. The volume and passion in their voices made them seem much more momentous than they actually were.
But the end result was always a treat: her eyes would spark, the waves in her hair seemed to expand somehow, and her cheeks would flush gorgeously.
And in the end, once their voices were hoarse and they were absolutely exhausted, they would collapse on the couch in each other's arms, not quite coming to an agreement but somehow calling it a draw, nonetheless. It would end with playful teasing, a kiss or two, maybe even him carrying her to his bedroom…
But he was ahead of himself. Back to the issue at hand.
"It's pronounced car-mel, Freddie! Everyone knows that!" she bellowed.
He held up the candy bar wrapper, pointing at the word in question "Oh, yeah? Well, explain to me why the extra 'a' is here, Carly. Huh? How about that?"
Horse [hohrs] noun
1. A large, solid-hoofed, herbivorous quadruped, Equus caballus, domesticated since prehistoric times, bred in a number of varieties, and used for carrying and pulling loads, for riding, and for racing.
"Coming up next on The Gladys Marx Show-"
Click.
"Oh, Devon, how could you? With my sister? At my FATHER'S FUNERAL?"
Click.
"Just flip it on and in just a few hours you have delicious beef jerky-"
Click.
"Join us here on the Animal Channel as we take a closer look at one of nature's most majestic beasts: 'Horses: From Ponies to Pageantry."
His eyes twinkled with mirth as he sat back with a laugh.
"Oh-ho-ho, yes. Just what I've been dying to see."
With a steady blush creeping up to her cheeks, Carly reached for the remote. "C'mon, Sam and Spencer will be back from Groovy Smoothie any minute, they won't want to watch this."
Freddie swayed the remote out of her reach. "No, no. I want to learn a little more about this barn you knew so much about!"
"Dang it, Freddie, change the channel!" she demanded, with a slight laugh.
"You wish!" And with that, Freddie placed the remote just under his butt, protectively sitting on it. Carly sat back in defeat, covering her eyes in embarrassment.
"Ugh! I should have never told you anything."