A/N: As you read the chapter, you might notice a different style of writing unrelevant to the other chapters you've read so far. The reason for that is because I took this drabble from a different word document. Plus this drabble was based off of a prompt I found on NanoWrimo (Go look at that website if you need fresh ideas!) and took in that person's writing style. So here is the result. I hope you like it. Please read and review! Thanks!
All Serena cared about on a Saturday night, was a bowl of chips at her side, a controller in her hands and being able to have a huge amount of sitting space in front of the television. She didn't care that her lover was coming in the door late with a patch of snow in her hair or the fact that snow was falling on the black marble floor. Serena didn't care when a cry of frustration was heard in the kitchen. Well, she did forget to save dinner for her girlfriend. And she didn't care when loud footsteps were heard entering the living room and stepping in front of the screen. Okay, she did care.
"Hey! I'm playing a game right now!" Serena shouted when Haruka refused to move from her spot.
"Why didn't you make dinner?" the sandy blonde stated, she was clearly pissed. Serena craned her neck around the figure to get a good shot at the screen and continued to press the buttons on the device in her hands,
"I did, I just didn't save some for you."
Grumbling, Haruka left the screen and immediately, Serena righted herself up; her hands never stopping.
"Oi! Serena! Is the homephone over there?"
Serena merely took a glance off the screen to scan the area around her and found the phone on the couch, just a feet from where she was.
"Yes, it is Haruka!"
"Okay, could you give it me?"
Serena mentally calculated the distance from her arm to the device that lay quietly on the couch. The phone was out of reach. By an inch.
"Can't!" Serena shouted back, "I'm busy at the moment! And it's too far!"
The sandy blonde walked into the living room and glowered,
"Are you serious, Serena? You couldn't at least pause your game to give the phone to me?"
Still staring at the screen, Serena stated,
"If I did pause my game, then I'll lose my flow. I don't want to stop and then go back to playing and thinking, 'What was my plan again?'"
Haruka facepalmed and snatched the wireless phone off the couch and dialed for pizza. There was no way she was sharing it with Serena. No matter how much she cared.