Razzbowski Imagines

(Random Imagine [2])

     "(Y/n), this is delicious!" Rhys said as he ate my semi-famous turkey burger.

     "Thanks!" I said while washing my hands in the sink. "I try."

     "I really do like it. The way you cook it is perfect."

     "What else was I supposed to do for an anniversary lunch?" I asked with a smirk.

     "Who knows?" Rhys asked as he took another bite.

     Rhys and I have been dating for a while now, two years exactly at that. We planned just to go walk around the mall. Eat something for supper, buy something, window shop. When we go there, we just walk around and talk. Honestly, it's really great for bonding.

     I started to eat my burger also on the kitchen counter, but Rhys motioned for me to sit down across from him. I did so, and Rhys took hold of my hand. I smiled, and continued eating with my other.

     "You're super sweet and all, but holy shit, you eat like you'll never see food again!" Rhys exclaimed.

     "I wouldn't eat it if I didn't like it," I said, my mouth half full.

     "And I really like it."

     "Then eat your food," I teased.

     Rhys chuckled, but let go of my hand and continued eating. For desert, we ate a small fruit salad, then cleaned up the table and started to wash the dishes together. Over the last six months that I've lived with Rhys, we've made a routine with meals. I cook, he washes. I dry, he puts the dishes away. I wipe off the table and counter. It hasn't failed us yet!

     We both get dressed for the mall, myself wearing a gray zip-up sweatshirt with a plain white undershirt, dark jeans, white converse, and a gray beanie. Rhys wore a sweatshirt, his Pokémon hat, blue jeans, and tennis shoes. Somewhat normal for both of us.

     Rhys drove us to the mall and looked around Game Stop and Hot Topic first. I managed to convince him to buy Overwatch. He was very unsure, but I have my ways with him.

     We stopped at a new clothing store that had opened a couple of weeks ago just to look around.

     "Hey, (Y/n), I think this would look gorgeous on you," Rhys called.

     I jogged over to where he was calling from. "What are you- oh."

     I started at the radiant knee-length dress (picture above). Strapless, not low-cut. Gold shoes were modeled below it that would look perfect with it.

     "Let's not blow all of out money on one thing. Maybe another time, when I'm actually looking for a dress. Alright?"

     "Just thought you'd be interested," Rhys said. There was a glint of disappointment in his eye.

     "You really want to see me model it, don't you?"

     "I bet lots of guys would want to see their girlfriends in that dress," Rhys pointed out.

     "I'll ask a sales clerk about it," I said as I walked to the nearest cash register. "Excuse me. Could you tell me more about that dress over there?" I asked, pointing to the dress.

     "Oh, sure. I'll have a helper come and get your measurements, and see if we carry one in your size," the clerk said. "Just go to the dressing room."

     "Thank you very much!" I said.

     As I was finding my way towards the dressing room, I saw a heavily make-upped, blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl trotting in Rhys's general direction with a look I didn't like. So I hid behind a rack of clothes and listened.

     "Hey, hottie," the seductive female voice said. Rhys didn't answer. "Let's get down to business. I want you. I can be anything you want me to be. As long as you stay loyal to me, you'll keep me around for what you want."

     "I'm sorry, I have a girlfriend," Rhys replied finally.

     "I can be better than her, I promise," she said. I shivered as I peeked up and saw this lower-twenties girl putting her hand on Rhys's shoulder and biting her lip.

     "Quick question, how old are you?" Rhys asked uncomfortably.

     "Twenty-three."

     "Okay now, if I do my math correctly, which I'm entirely sure I did, I'm six years older than you. Secondly, I can tell your type just by looking at you. You want to date me for bragging rights and use me, jump into bed with me one night, then dump me in the morning. I'm not interested," Rhys said firmly, gaining confidence by the second.

     "Look honey, if I have to tempt you, I must. I've been complimented on many things before, one of them being... heated makeout sessions. I could bet you anything that I could be better than her for you."

     Rhys looked stunned, and the girl took this as an opportunity to lunge at him and attempt to kiss him. Rhys shoved her off with force, but not enough to knock her over.

     "You won't be good for anyone. You may seem good at the moment, but when you leave, you take a piece of someone's heart with you. It's not cool. I'm not into beating up women, so you'd better scram before my girlfriend gets back here and beats the shit out of you," Rhys said.

     "I won't lose to any bitch that you've found in an alleyway."

     "I didn't find her in an alleyway, I met her at a convention, like a civilised person. However, within five minutes of meeting me, you try to kiss me. I'm seeing a bit of a difference here," Rhys said.

     Rhys spotted me and told me to wait with a small movement of his fingers. I was seething with anger, but Rhys had it under control. I still followed his plan.

     "Don't make me-"

     "Don't make you what?" Rhys interrupted. His taunting set her off, and her nails dug into his neck. Rhys's face turned red and he backed into a rack of clothes and knocked it over. He broke away for a second, then called my name. He was silenced by the girl. I thought, at that time, he no longer had it under control.

     I rushed out from behind my rack of clothes and tackled this girl, successfully tipping her over and knocking the wind out of her. Rhys just held his throat and coughed, trying to regain his breath before trying to help me.

     Soon enough, I slapped her across the face and started yelling profanities and insults at her. After what seemed like three seconds, Rhys picked me up by the waist and took me out of the store, followed by two large men. I was flailing my arms and legs like a child throwing a temper tantrum, but I eventually calmed down enough for Rhys to tell me what happened afterwards.

     Apparently, as soon as Rhys had knocked the clothes over, the security was on their way. A minute after I had started yelling, I was asked to leave, along with Rhys and the girl. He described my face as purple, and I believed it, because my lungs were now taking the toll of yelling at someone for a straight minute.

     "I've never seen you so angry," Rhys said.

     "Yeah, you've only seen video game rage from me," I said.

     "But seriously, where you there for the entire conversation?" Rhys asked with wide eyes.

     "Yup. I think I need to wash my brain out," I joked.

     "With soap and water," Rhys added.

     I sighed. "Dating a chick magnet is a curse."

     "It's flattering that you would call me that, but being a chick magnet is the only reason I got you, right?" Rhys asked with a winning smile.

     "That and your quirky personality, yes." I leaned my head on his shoulder. "But otherwise, yes it is, Rhys. Yes it is."