he threw the orange back up in the air in inspection, catching it with his hand skillfully as gravity did its job. she nursed a cup of hot chocolate in between her hands and blew off the steam that emanated off the opening of the paper cup, watching the swirling smoke.
he threw the orange from one hand to another and she continued to blow on her cup, the both of them tired of each other's presence.
"why don't you just eat the fucking orange?"
"why don't you just drink the fucking hot chocolate?"
"ass,"
"bitch,"
she swivelled around to face her back to him and pulled the cup to her lips gingerly, sipping lightly at the warmth. her anger continued to simmer and he huffed from beside her.
he tightened his grip on the orange and frowned at the (fucking annoying) golden tresses that swayed lightly as the back of her head came into his sight.
of all people to get stuck with for 12 hours, he thought, it just had to be the gorgeous bitch.
he stuck his thumb on the fruit and began peeling it as his forefinger supported the orange, infuriated.
"why are you such a dick?"
"are you referring to yourself or me?"
"that's it,"
she punched his face purple and green and blue but funnily enough, never orange.
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Ngẫu nhiên"can you paint with all the colours of the wind," a bunch of scenes accompanied with plots I am yet to figure out © s.addy, 2014-2015
