To Piss off a Mocking Robin

Green Tea Ice Cream

Dedicated to demz5luv for being my first fan and giving me the last line said by Leila. :) 

Oh would you guys want to know the cast I have in mind? 

Not sure if I should tell you guys since you might have a different expectation of the characters that I don't want to ruin. :) 

Enjoy

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“Will you marry me?” asked Landon, a.k.a Shane West.

“Don’t!”

Despite my protests, the movie continued and Jamie, a.k.a. Mandy Moore, smiled coyly and kissed her husband to be.

I let out a groan of frustration. Why did girls enjoy these types of movies so much? Maybe it’s the realist in me that knows she dies anyway but getting to the end was getting excruciating. I can hardly force myself to finish the end.

In fact, why should I?

I’m a free woman now! I can do whatever I want.

And right now, all I want to do is get my hands on Leila’s stashed ice cream.

Scampering away from my best friend’s bed, I stealthily made my way to the kitchen.

Jackpot!

Leila really needs to find a better finding spot for her precious green tea ice cream. Unfortunately before I could fully enjoy the delicacy in my hands, I was rudely interrupted by the owner of the apartment.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to make out with something that won’t betray me.” I tried saying in my annoyed voice, even though I wasn’t really annoyed since technically I jumped into her window and am now consuming her precious ice cream.

Leila, my best friend, blinked twice and crinkled her nose as she tried to grasp the situation.

Her strong willed best friend + in a Christmas onesie + making out with HER ice cream.. that won’t betray her?

“Oh my gosh, Honey..” started her best friend.

I didn’t bother acknowledging my friend’s open arms. I didn’t cry much but when I started, it was hard to get me to stop and Leila’s warm arms would only remind me of Ry-Poopy Head. Yes, until I get over the recent betrayal, he who shall not be named will go by the prestigious title of “Poopy Head.”

I grabbed an extra spoon, napkins because Leila could be a messy eater and my best friend as I headed up the stairs.

She wanted to talk about it; I could tell by the way she bit her lip.

It was a hard habit to quit apparently.

To oblivious guys, it was a sexy and subtle message that she wanted them.

But to me, I knew it was her way of wanting to say something but knew she shouldn’t. That was something that made her my best friend. She knew that I didn’t need someone on my back and would give me time to be sad unlike other people who would try their best to cheer me up the instant they knew I was upset. I appreciate the effort and all but sometimes, you need time to be sad and get out the negative emotions.

So even though my bestie would want to know the story, ice cream and insulting every romance movie she had would not be denied.

By the 3rd movie I finished watching/critiquing, I was feeling considerably better. The ice cream, however, was another story. May you rest in peace delicious, mouthwatering ice cream.      

I told her the story and instead of trying to comfort me and force me to wear my tightest dress and go to a club, she gave me time to think.

“So?” started Leila as she licked the last of the ice cream off her spoon.

“So what?” I replied back. Currently I am in my reindeer onesie which suffered from stains because surprise, surprise, I was the messy eater. Needless to say, I’m not exactly ready to raise an army.

“That’s all you did?”

All I did? Well, while I walked away, I was also breathing.

Instead of saying something witty, I nodded.

“Babe,” she started.  

Even though we were best friends, she didn’t sugarcoat things for me to make me feel better. Then again, maybe that was why we were best friends.

“I can’t exactly say this is completely Ry”  

“Poopy Head” I interrupted. Noting her look of confusion, I reminded her of my ex’s new title.

“Okay… Well.. Relationships are based on love, trust, and communication. Clearly the way you just walked out and didn’t protest about him breaking up with you, he thought it was fine and you might have wanted it even.”

Unexpectedly, I stood up and started firing back at her. “It’s not like I’m fine with him breaking up with me! I hate it. He was perfect, we were perfect! I just.. I don’t get why he would trade of our 11 months of a relationship just after KNOWING her for 2 months. Two months!”         

Leila looked shocked by my outburst but then replaced it with a look of regret. “I’m sorry Robin, I know how much you liked him. It’s just… Even as your best friend, unless I provoke you, it’s hard getting an honest reaction out of you sometimes.”

I sighed. She was, unfortunately right. It’s not like I didn’t have emotions, it was just sort of awkward to say it outright like, “Hey Leila, my (ex)boyfriend of almost a year broke up with me for some girl he’s known for two months.”

“You’re right.” I sighed.

“What was that?” her bunny ears started perking up.

“I said you’re right and maybe, I should’ve tried confronting him about it.”

Leila started smirking, “Damn right you should’ve! It’s not too late, just call the Poopy Head.”

And that was when I disagreed with her and shook my head.  

“Well why not?” questioned Leila.

I was a bit jealous of the way she could let go of her pride whenever she was passionate about something but that wasn’t the way I was raised. Maybe it was harder to let go of my pride because it was my father who had raised me.

“If he really loved me as much as I love him, he wouldn’t have fallen for Samantha Willing in the first place. Or ditched me to hang out with her on some occasions.”

“Samantha Willing?” she asked incredulously.

“Yes, I was dumped for Samantha Willing.” I admitted through my teeth.

Again, nothing wrong with Samantha Willing. It’s just… she’s so different from me. Not just personality or the way we were raised but we even looked like opposites. Her looks gave her more of a cute look while I looked mature.

I sighed. There was just no point in trying to chase someone that didn’t love me back anymore. No way would I ever get rejected twice. No freaking way will I let that happen.

But leave it to my best friend to plant an evil plan inside my head.

“So what’s the plan chief? Squish him like a bug under your shoe or play the sexy damsel in distress?” she suggested with an innocent smile.

I was about to protest until a sly smile appeared on my face.

Oh Poopy Head, it’s on. 

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