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(CARINAS POV)

"THE FOOD!"  I gasp.

My babies. They're on the floor.  Just sitting there. But that's not the worst part.  A FRY IS ON THE FLOOR!

Jonah looks towards the floor, wear the donut box and bag of fries just sit there.  He rolls his eyes and picks them up and brings them over.

"Jonahhhhhhhh!  A fry died." I whine, pointing at the poor fry on the floor. 

He rolls his eyes again and throws it away. THROWS IT AWAY!  You do NOT throw a fry away.

"You. Did. Not."  I growl, narrowing my eyes at him.   

"What?"  He asks oblivious to the fact that he didn't even give the poor fry what it deserves.

"Whether the fry is alive or dead, it belongs in the stomach!"  I hiss.

He sighs, looking at me with disbelief.  "Are you serious?"

"Yes!  You just dishonored the fry by throwing it away.  That's my baby. Food are my babies!" Mock horror laces my voice. 

"Car, it's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal?" I scoff, grabbing the fries and starting to eat.  I relish in the flavor, ignoring the rest of the world.

"Dude, this is so good." I mumble, placing another fry in my mouth. 

Jonah says something, but I don't speak the language of a fry killer.  He keeps talking, more words I don't understand, since he speaks a different language.

"I apologize, but I do not speak the language of a fry killer, please try again." I say with a robotic voice. 

A sigh in response.  The door opens and closes.  And again.

"Hey."  Jaylen says sitting on the bed next to me. 

"Oh hey.  Finally someone different than a fry killer is talking to me."  I smile.

"That's why he told me to tell you he's sorry?"  Jaylen laughs.

"Who?  The fry killer?  Sorry is not enough."  I mumble, shoving another fry in my mouth. 

"Maybe you could give him another chance?  He just doesn't know how everything works with the fry world."  Jaylen suggests, using the voice you'd use when you go along with a child's thoughts that are way off. 

"I'll think about it."  I already know my answer.  I mean, I kind of have to forgive my boyfriend.  Don't I?

"Fineeeeeeeeee"  I groan, pretending I'm upset about forgiving him. 

"Jonah my wonderful boyfriend who brought me food, and killed a fry, you may come back in."  I call, knowing him well enough to know that he's listening in to the conversation.

Just as I suspected, Jonah comes straight in, looking relieved. I pat the bed, watching him carefully watch me.

"What else do I have to not kill?" Jonah asks after a while.

I mock glare at him. His eyes widen as he puts his hands up in surrender.

I laugh. "Jonah, chill. As long as you don't kill, or touch my food you'll be fine. My food is just very important."

He nods, before grinning.

"Guess who gets to go home today?" He asks, looking at me with pure joy on his face.