I kept begging Monica to let me help her with...something,damnit. She wouldn't let me touch the potatoes. She wouldn't let me put the pies in the oven or take them out-Hell,she didn't even let me in the kitchen.
"Go to your room,Rach." She said to me annoyed,but jokingly. She shook her hand towards,telling me to flee.
"Monica!" I gasped.
I had my hands on my hips.
"You really don't want me to help you? C'mon..at least let me watch."
"Watching means you want to do something."
I stopped speaking.
Suddenly I grinned..
"Ha.." I laughed a little bit with a smirk..
The room was quiet.
"What?" Monica questioned,looking over at me,trying to do two things at once.
"Oh,uh-nothing Mon."
I laughed again.
Oh man,I'm funny,I kept thinking.
I strutted over to my room,then halted.
I looked over my shoulder.
"Ya know..maybe I wanna do something." I said just loud enough to get Monica's attention.
I entered my room,and slowly closed the door behind me.
I thought I was so clever with just an innocent joke...
