"Babe. Babe. Babe." I groaned, shooting Johnny a glare as he sat beside me. "Why are you ignoring me?"
"I'm trying to work," I told him, pointing my laptop, "and you aren't helping."
"Who needs to do work? Pay attention for me." He pouted cutely, but I had to ignore it, turning to look back at my document. "Don't be mean."
"Stop distracting me then, the quicker I get this done the quicker I can be all yours." He folded his arms in a huff, still with his moody pout.
"How long do you think you'll be?" He pushed, leaning closer towards me.
"Maybe another hour." My response was met with yet another displeasing groan. "Alright, one hour tops, maybe even sooner if you go."
"I'm going! I'm going!" He quickly shot out of the room, shutting the door behind me, leaving me in peace and quiet. "I'll be up in an hour to turn your laptop off if you aren't down," he shouted as he walked downstairs.
"I look forward to it," I sarcastically replied, knowing that after Johnny's performance I was in no mindset at all to start focusing on work, and that somehow he'd managed to win.
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