𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 🌹(18+)

𝟓𝟐:- 𝐒𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐞

The girl sat cross-legged on the kitchen counter, the crumbs of her breakfast scattered around her like confetti. She was happily munching on her last piece of toast, completely oblivious to the boy who had just walked in, his expression a mix of annoyance and mischief.

The boy, a lanky figure with a wild mess of hair, was already glaring at her, hands on his hips. He had seen her take the last piece of the toast, and he was not pleased about it.

"Give that back," he grumbled, taking a step closer. "You're seriously going to eat my toast, you gutterbox?"

The girl's eyes shot up to meet his, the irritation bubbling up in her chest. She chewed another bite, deliberately slow, as if savoring the moment. "Gutterbox?" she repeated, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "That's the best you've got, oversized idiot?"

He rolled his eyes and took another step closer, his grin widening. "What? You think I'm scared of your childish insults, huh?"

She leaned back, enjoying the tension she was building. "I don't need to be scared of anything when I have your breakfast in my hands. I'm a queen around here."

The boy snorted in disbelief. "A queen? You're just a hungry little gutterbox who steals food from people who actually need it."

She gasped dramatically, holding her hand to her chest as if wounded. "Oh no, you did not just call me a gutterbox! Who taught you such horrible things?"

His smirk deepened, completely unfazed by her attempt at mock outrage. "You're lucky I don't steal something more precious than your toast." He reached out to snatch the remaining piece of bread from her hands, but she quickly shoved it into her mouth, chewing loudly as she gave him an exaggerated look of defiance.

The boy, now clearly annoyed, crossed his arms over his chest. "You know, you're impossible. You're lucky you're cute, or I'd actually be mad."

She barely looked up from her toast, tapping her fingers on the counter. "Cute? Me? You've got a strange definition of 'cute.' I'm majestic, thank you very much."

His expression soured, but he couldn't keep the amused glint from his eyes. "Majestic? You're lucky you're even allowed in this house, gutterbox."

"Keep dreaming, oversized idiot," she shot back, finishing the last bite of toast with an exaggerated moan of satisfaction.

He stared at her, his hand still hovering in front of her as if he might try to take the plate from her. "I can't believe you just did that," he said, his voice dripping with mock hurt.

"Believe it," she said, licking her fingers clean. "Now get out of here before I eat your snacks too."

He groaned dramatically, throwing himself against the doorframe. "You really are impossible, you know that?"

She just shrugged, smirking back at him. "I'm sure I've been called worse by better people."

She suddenly got serious and yelled.

"Give my toast back, you ugly oversized idiot," she snapped, barely glancing up from her phone as she took another bite of another toast. The words were sharp but casual, like a routine they'd both gotten used to.

The boy chuckled, his deep laugh vibrating through the quiet room. "Can you at least say my name once?" he teased, his voice dripping with mock sweetness, as if he'd just made the most reasonable request in the world.

The girl rolled her eyes, unbothered. "Why would I, hm?" She narrowed her eyes at the screen of her phone. "You call me a hundred different stupid names, so I'm not even sure I have a name to you." Her hand tightened around the toast, pulling it closer to her chest, as if she were preparing for a fight.