"
WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU MEAN MY DRESS CAUGHT ON FIRE?!"
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU CAN'T PAY FOR IT 'JUST' BECAUSE?!"
"HOW DID YOU EVEN DO IT LIKE YOU'RE SUPPOSE TO JUST DRY CLEAN IT, NOT DOUSE IT IN KEROSENE!
"OF COURSE IT'S MADE OF FABRIC YOU LITTLE SHIZ, WHAT I WANT TO KNOW IS HOW DID IT GET IN CONTACT WITH FIRE BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED, THERE WASN'T ANY FREAKIN FIREPLACE THERE"
"YOU KNOW WHAT, IMMA FIND YOU, AND WHEN I DO, I'M GONNA FRICKIN MURDER YOU FOR BURNING THE BEST DRESS I'VE EVER HAD"
Jennifer angrily hung up on the dry cleaning lady and stormed out of her room to see Ikuto just sitting on the couch watching a show on the brand new TV he just got yesterday
Here she was stressing over her burnt up dress and Ikuto was just sitting there like nothing was wrong. Fury coursed through her and she felt as though she needed to do something. Without thinking, she ran up to the TV, and jump kicked it, causing the screen to smash and the TV to fly into the wall.
Jennifer looked back at Ikuto, his eyes were wide with horror at the state his TV was in.
"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU JUST DO TO MY TV?"
Jennifer grinned. This will definitely get her mind off of the phone call.
"I kicked it. What do you think I did?"
Ikuto glared at her, knowing full well what she was doing. All he had to do was act like he wasn't the least bit irritated and he'll win this little 'game' that she was playing.
"So, how are we gonna watch TV?"
"We don't"
"What if there's a crisis and we don't know because we can't watch the news?"
"Just buy a computer"
"What if we have no money?"
"Then you're stuck and you'll just have to die from the crisis"
She took a sip of her blueberry pomegranate smoothie that she had forgotten about because of the phone call and gave him a grin that Ikuto found very annoying at most times.
But this time he wasn't just annoyed with it.
He was pissed off. Very pissed off.
Right when he was about to blow up at her, she interjected.
"Well, look on the bright side"
Ikuto calmed down a bit and looked at her in confusion.
"What?"
Jennifer took a sip of her smoothie.
"At least we have a built in TV"
That was the last straw. Irritation clouded Ikuto's mind as he blew up at Jennifer.
"WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A SCREEN TO WATCH TV ON, HOW IN THE HELL ARE WE GOING TO WATCH TV, WHEN YOU JUST CHICKEN KICKED IT?!"
This whole time, Jennifer had been holding in her laugh, trying to act serious to piss off Ikuto but she just couldn't hold it anymore and was practically dying at his reaction. She held her stomach as she tried to answer him. She had even spat out her smoothie, causing it to stain the carpet. But of course neither she nor Ikuto noticed it.
"H-How about...we j-just fix the screen?"
Ikuto immediately retaliated.
"YOU CAN'T FIX THE SCREEN YOU GOTTA BU-"
He cut off as he realized that for about ten minutes now, she had been just laughing at him as he blew up at her. She really wasn't taking this seriously at all.
Ikuto playfully glared at Jennifer.
"WHY YOU LITTLE-"
At those words, Jennifer ran out the door, practically cackling as Ikuto sprinted behind her. They ran around like that in the neighborhood all afternoon. Both of them laughing until they got exhausted and went back home before dark.
The following week they bought another TV that was the exact same one as before and after a very long day of pulling the old TV out of the wall, they manage to fit the new TV into the hole that the old one made.
Not long after that, the dry cleaning place got shut down because it's a supposed 'fire hazard'.
And with that, they lived happily ever after.
Until Ikuto found out about the smoothie stain on the carpet.
THE END
