"No"
"Why not babe?"
"Because you already at my half"
"So. Chocolate is my life.." She trailed off looking at the chocolate bar in his hands.
They had made a deal to save an extra sixty-eight cents. They each share equally and have half of the chocolate bar. Sophie ended up being the first one out of the two to reach for the plastic bag which contained the chocolate Sophie was determine to devour.
Unfortunately, Dawson was out of luck this time. Even though he had paid for the items bought that day, Sophie ate most of his section.
Now seeing that almost nothing was left of the sweet candy he decided to make her feel guilty and a shamed of what she's done.
"Dawson..."His name dragging out past her lips. Her arms stretched out from where she sat on the couch. Finger tips curling making a gripping action with her hands."Baby..."
"Nope. Not this time." Shaking his head he walked over to the breakfast bar and pulled out the Skittles bag and swayed it a little bit." How about this. You can have the rest of the chocolate and I have the Skittles. Mmmhh?"
Sophie could literally feel her heart stop beating. Every colour in her face drained as her lips parted weighing her options. This was definitely the most hardest decision she had every made involving food. Skittles or Chocolate?
The feeling of the Chocolate melting on her tongue made her shoulder slag at just the thought. But then again the burst of juice that would splash in her mouth if she had chosen Skittles. Oh the irony. There were many pro's and con's to picking either Skittles or Chocolate.
But she couldn't forget that, that the one who held the items was the one who could give her both. Now he wasn't playing. This was serious game. This meant war.
"Oh come on." She huffed in exhaustion from thinking to hard."Are you really going to do this to me?"
Dawson stood there in disbelief. Sophie had literally sat there on the couch, rubbing her chin and licking her lips staring into space. All the while making weird face. Panting like a dog who just ran a marathon, to a constipated girl running to Starbucks. What the hell did Dawson just witness?
Alright he admitted it, Sophie can take it a bit to far. But th-this was just..
Sighing he walked around the counter and opened the draw filled with random need. Such as numbers to recipes. Pulling out the therapies, he put it as speed dial. If anytime his girlfriend need help, it was on the go.
While Dawson's back was face to Sophie, she took this time to slowly sneak up to him and take the Chocolate he had put in his back pocket.
In the act, Dawson turned around and caught just as she was about to snatch the Chocolate. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes widened.
"Seriously Soph?" He asked the girl who was now rocking back and forth on her bottom heel, hands intertwined behind her back and smiling brightly."Alright sweetheart, no more sweets for you"
Sophie's beaming smile immediately faltered to a frown. More sweets keeps the punishments coming, her mother once told her.
