Short Stories

Pizza and Coffee

He smothered me. Literally. Right now, he has a pillow over my face. I tried yelling. I thrashed around, but nothing worked. I knew he was stronger than me. I mean those damn muscles. I heard him sigh and he repeated, once again, "I'll let you go. If you let me have the last slice." Yes, that's right. My boyfriend was correctly cutting off my air supply, just for a chance of him to get the last slice of Margarita pizza. I had no idea how I put up with this boy. A great, yet evil, idea just sprung to mind. I was one of the only people that knew he was ticklish. I heard him giggle, I felt him kick, then he full on went mental. "GET OFF! GET OFF! KAL!" He screamed gasping for breath. Finally there was less pressure applied the the pillow blocking my oxygen and I pulled it off. Rolling on top on him, straddling his hips, I bent down, just about to place my lips on his, he closed his eyes. At this opportunity, I grabbed the pizza in my right hand, jumped up and tried my best to shove the whole slice in my mouth. I finished it ultra quickly, chewing like a maniac, but I couldn't let he have it. As I had expected, I didn't get tackled. He didn't even complain as I gobbled it all down. Now concerned, I turned back to face him. Oh god no. He was doing the puppy dog eyes and the pout. I couldn't take this. "Baby, what is it?" I said loosing all the triumph I felt a second ago. He made his bottom lip tremble and he looked down. His smooth black hair fell into his eyes. I felt truly sorry, I didn't mean to make him feel like this. I knew it was an act, he's done it plenty times before, but seeing him this upset, even if it's a joke, I can't take it. Almost bursting into my own tears I apologized and slid next to him, wrapping my thin arms round his thin body. He kissed my forehead and pushed as both back to lie on the bed. "It's fine, you know I was only joking," he was the one sounding sorry now. I knew the one thing, other than pizza and kisses to cheer him up. Coffee. "I'll be back."