My Tsundere

#12

Trence's POV

I came to my senses after approximately 10 minutes and fifty seconds.

I decided to talk on the table, ever since the position earlier wasn't appeasing to my eyes. And soul.

"Okay, you, Taileen Anderson, want to stay with me, Trence Jones, aka Prince Trence aka Bean Sprout aka NCS aka El Guapo?" I asked, looking at her eyes.

She ate her bowl of rice first (yea I served her some) and gulped.

"First of all, I don't remember anyone calling you 'El Guapo', hm?"

"But it's true, so I added it in." I reasoned out.

"Whatever! Second, yes, I do, but not want to, okay? I need to, Trence, need."

"For the record, I have a million questions right now, as of this damn moment, but I'm going to settle it to one, because I'm still sleepy; why?"

It's actually more of a "why now" or "why so sudden" and "why me", but I didn't want to waste time now, I need to find more futon.

"Dad. He wants me to move to his house, which is in America, but I love it here."

"Why me, then?"

"I chose you because...well.."

She's blushing hard. Seriously.

"oh, yeah! Because Dad knows Rin, and he knows we're best friends. So he'll probably find me there,"

"Ohh, mkay. You'll live with me forever?"

Her eyes grew and she blushed and punched me. "WHAT?! OF COURSE NOT!! I'll just wait for Dad to give up and leave!" She was on top of me and held my collar.

I raised both my hands. "Sorry! I mean, even if you do need to stay here forever, I'd probably deny anyway."

She went off me and knelt on the floor to continue eating her bowl of rice with some curry on it.

"Little Tsuny." I thought.

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"Okay, it's settled!" She said and threw the (eighth) bowl out.

I surprisingly caught it. "What the hell Taileen?!"

"Ugh! What is it with you and your cleanliness?! I mean, my runny nose stopped when I entered here!"

"I'm not a neat freak! You're just messy."

"Because..!!"

We continued arguing until

"AH! Fine! I'll clean my house once Dad leaves." She said and crossed her arms.

I gave a sigh of relief.

-

I fixed Mom's almost unused room. I took off all the used lingeries, the empty bottles of beer, and the used clothes that piled up every time Mom comes home. Mom and Taileen might be close friends.

I snorted. "Is there any possibility that you and my mother are related? What are you, my sister?" I asked while dumping the clothes inside the basket I give to our washer.

"Eh? What the hell are you blabbering about? Like hell and heaven do I want to be related to you!"

"Well, both of you are really messy." I reasoned out while tying the handles.

"There are probably 7 billion people on the planet and you say I'm the only messy girl out there?!"

I rolled my eyes in thought. "Hmm, I see your point, but my Mom's beautiful and really tough."

"Your point is?"

"You're the same."

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The end's coming, and one of you might not be pleased. ^__^