The Troublesome Tale of Robin Tyler

..::< Donuts Make Everyone Happy - 13 >::..

Unlike the melancholic day the day before, this Tuesday morning was bright and sunny. James and I were sitting in a donut shop sharing a box of a dozen chocolate donuts. And I say sharing, but I mean arguing over.

"James. There are twelve pastries. I know math wasn't your best subject in school, but twelve is an even number. That means we can evenly split these betwix the two of us. Six and six." I explained slowly as if I were trying to bargain with a three year old.

James sat with his hand on his chin, looked at the donuts, then back at me, "Well I'm older, so I think I should get eight donuts, and you can have four." He sneered back at me with a wide smile.

Obviously this wasn't a real argument, at least not to James. He just loved getting a rise out of me. Sadly he knew the top two ways to do that; being ignorant, and taking my food. Like a true older brother.

My best friend threw his arms in the air when he noticed I wasn't budging to his 'brilliant' idea, "Fine fine Robin, agree on seven and five and I'll buy you an ice cream cone on the way home." He suggested as he took a bite out of a new donut.

I laughed and rolled my eyes, "Ding dong, why would you offer to buy more food just so you could have more donuts than me?"

This time a very chocolatey grin appeared on his face. "Becuff," He began as he swallowed the mouthful, "I love spoiling you, and I love donuts. With this deal, I get both things I want." He finished with a wink, which only pushed my laughter.

"Fine, agreed." I finally gave in. Though he had a weird way of getting what he wanted.

James triumphantly smiled and extended his hand to shake on the deal. Looking down to see his palm was covered in chocolate icing and pastry crumbs, I raised a doubtful eyebrow to my friend.

"What? It's not a sealed deal unless the two parties shake on it." He said teasingly.

I smirked and nodded in approval.

"I guess you're right," I admitted as I quickly spat into my own hand and slapped it against James' before he had a chance to pull away. I aggressively shook his hand for a solid thirty seconds before I let the poor guy go. 

When his hand was free of mine, James held a regretful stare into his palm. Then he rolled his eyes to meet mine, "You're a sick person, Robin."

To prove his further, I wiped my hand off on his jeans. "But you love me, right?" I whined as his disappointed expression didn't change.

"Sadly, yes" He sighed in defeat.

Suddenly the chiming bell of the front door cause both of our heads to turn. I couldn't help but grin a little as Liam walked into the shop all decked out in his blue uniform.

"How stereotypical to see a cop in a donut shop." I called over loud enough for him to hear me.

Liam smiled and shook his head before he even looked over at me. His smiled caused my face to feel warm and I knew I had to be blushing, which made me hate myself a little. I shook the red off my cheeks before we finally met eyes and I waved him over.

Sadly I didn't shake it off fast enough for James to miss it. I turned back around to see him smirking evilly, "That must be the cop friend?" He mused.