CAUTION: SWEARING AND STUPIDITY INVOLVED, DON'T FOLLOW THOSE POPCORN INSTRUCTIONS.
One full week away from everything. Peace at last. A full week without fighting, crazy supervillains and that psycho family. As if that would happen. "What do you want to do?" Dick says. "Can we go home? I want to watch a Harry Potter marathon like a little kid with sleeping bags and popcorn," You say. "Okay, sure! Should we let the others join in, or do you just want to do it by our selves?" Dick says. "Rachel loves Harry Potter," you say. "I would hate for her to miss out," you add. "Okay, so we can get everything ready and then we can text Gar and Rachel if they're not doing anything," Dick says, as you sit next to him in the car. "Yeah," you say. "I want to make popcorn, can we buy ice cream too?" You say. He nods as he takes a left turn.
"I think we have ice cream at home, actually," he says, as he gets the keys to the apartment. "We can check, hopefully Garfield didn't eat all of it," he says, as you giggle like a school girl. He kisses you on the cheek.
"Babe," you say, as you walk over to the pantry. "I can't see the popcorn," you moan. "It's normally in front."
"Oh, yeah, that was because your sister kept on taking it for her Game of Thrones. Sorry, here, I'll get it," Dick says, going into his room. He comes out with a packet of popcorn. "What, you randomly have stashes of popcorn in your room? And I thought Rachel has a popcorn addiction," You say, rolling your eyes.
"What, it runs out," Dick says. "You should see my mini freezer," he adds, as you laugh and turn on the microwave. "Wait, how do you do this again?" You say. "Instructions don't cooperate with my brain," you add.
"I think you're meant to put it face up," he says. "You mean you don't know, either? Oh, great." You say as you turn on your phone, not realising that the microwave is already on.
"Hey, Garfield. Do you know how to cook the popcorn?" You say, as you facetime your friend, who's at the arcade with your sister.
"What? What did you say?" Garfield says.
"Do you know how to make the popcorn?" You say, sighing.
"Wait, people are here, let me put the phone off facetime," Garfield says. He puts down the phone and then calls you again. "Okay, so, you two seriously don't know how to make popcorn?" Garfield says. You shake your head, even though he can't see you.
"No! I told you already!" You say.
"So, I think, I mean I remember, you have to put the microwave up to forty, or something, and then put it for twenty minutes, and you put it face up," Garfield says, sarcastically. He was just about to say, "No, you follow the instructions," when you put down the phone.
"Okay, thanks!" You say, hanging up, doing the fake instructions that he said.
"See, we managed how to do it, this is the good thing about having friends," Dick says. You roll your eyes. "No, because you were an idiot and didn't know how to make popcorn," you say. "Nor did you," he says. You go and cuddle on the couch, waiting for the popcorn. The microwave dings. You hadn't noticed the smell.
"Eww, what is that, is someone smoking next door?" You say, scrunching up your nose.
"Dunno, I don't think so..." Dick says.
"Ah, crap, babe, the popcorn!" You say as smoke comes out of the microwave. "Ah, shit!" You say. "Babe put it out! What the heck! Oh my god, I'm gonna kill Garfield!" You say as the two of you manage to save the apartment from blowing up.
Just as you do, the door opens.
"Hey, we're--- what the fuck, guys? We leave you alone for like, an hour, and this is what happens?" Garfield says as Rachel laughs.
