Ineffable

11 | INCORRIGIBLE AND ANNOYING

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ps: again, long long chapter!

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Iris

"I need popcorn!" I yell out to Colt, who is in the kitchen, making us fairly good cocoa milk.

I am laying on the couch in front of the tv in Colt's house as we have been kicked out of my house because his parents and my parents are having some sort of 'best friend' dinner and they need their kids to be out of their way.

Ugh, some parents we have.

"Make it yourself!" Colt yells back.

"I can't and you know it."

"Then forget about pop—"

"Can we order pizza?" I say, excitedly jumping on the couch. He stops in his way to look at me jump as he gets us the cocoa milk.

"No. Now, stop jumping on the couch, will ya? I pity the beautiful couch."

"Why?" I stop jumping but keep standing.

"Cuz you weigh like some hundred kgs and jumping on the couch is going to hurt it," He replies, very sincerely and calmly.

"You little—" I grab a pillow but, then, I see he is holding our cups. "If you weren't holding those beautiful and aromatic cups of cocoa, I would have smashed this pillow on your face. So, I am going to say—I hate you!"

He shakes his head in amusement as he comes towards me while I sit cross-legged on the couch. "I have been hearing those words so many times."

I take one of the cups, rolling my eyes. "Shut up, Dias."

"Whatever, Cooper."

"I can't believe I gave those delicious chocolate cookies to you when you moved here."

"Those cookies were half-burnt." He snorts.

"No, they weren't." I gape at him. "They were baked with love."

"Too much love." He snorts again. I punch him on his arm, hard. He hisses in pain, saying, "Damn, lady."

He looks at me, knowingly, as I smile back at him. "That was the first thing you said to me-"

"-and you were like 'ugh, you are such an idiot. I hate you.'!" He says in high pitched small girl voice.

"I did not speak like that!" I gasp, offended.

"You did."

"I did not!"

"You did!"

"I met Thomas yesterday."

"You di—what did you just say?" he asks, surprised. I let out a breath as I recall how I met him and what had happened some days ago.

I have no idea how past days passed away—too fast yet too slow. Tomorrow Daisy is coming and I have absolutely no idea what to expect from this girl. Every time she comes home, she does something so unexpected that even Mom and Dad are surprised.

Now, Colt looks at me, first, with surprise but, slowly, it dissolves into concern. "Are you fine?"

"It is weird, you know. The way he acted," I reply to him, putting the empty cup on the table, in front of us.

"Are you fine, Iris?" he asks again.

I sigh, saying, "I don't know. Why can't I just have one year without any drama in my life? Wasn't last year enough?" I groan out.