One

“I’m home.” he called out after the door slammed.

I headed to the living room and crossed my arms.

“I’m starving. What took you so long?” I muttered grumpily as he smiled sheepishly.

“Here.” he handed me the eight boxes of pizza.

I smelled the aroma and smiled with triumph.

But when I was about to cut the ribbon laced around the box, I gasped with glee.

“Oh no. Not again.” he quickly grabbed the scissor from my hand and quickly snipped the poor ribbon.

“Why the hell did you do that for?” I fumed. “It looked so pretty!”

“Exactly.” he rolled his eyes. “But, you have enough ribbons already.”

I sulked and ate a slice of pizza silently.

“Aw come on dude. Don’t give me that look.” he pointed at my “angry” puppy-dog eyes.

I threw the hot sauce sachet at his face.

“Ribbon, don’t be a baby.” he groaned as I glared.

“Then don’t be a killjoy, Black Jack.”

“I’m not.” he tried not to laugh, because he knew I wasn’t really mad.

TWO

“What’s with the outfit?” he asked.

I twirled in front of the mirror and chuckled.

“I’m going to the mall today.”

“I thought you were going to a ball… What’s the outfit’s motif today?” he asked as he slumped on the sofa behind me.

I laughed and stuck out my tongue.

“Give it a guess.”

“Goth manika?” he asked with a sly smile.

I wanted to throw my black ribbon shoe at him. He knew how much I hated it when someone called me a manika.

“Ms. Rock ‘n’ Roll Ribbon?”

“Be more creative, dumbass.” I rolled my eyes and turned to face the mirror.

“I don’t get it…”

“It’s Violet Baudelaire, from Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events!” I hissed.

His dumbfounded expression made me give up.

“Is that a movie?”

“What planet do you even live in?” I sighed with exasperation.

“I’m a monkey from the Arctic.” then he made a hand-horn symbol.

“Weirdo.”

He chuckled. “We both are.”