Luggage Bitch

"Umm.. Thanks," I mumble, kicking dust with my shoes.

"What?" Max asks me.

"I said, thank you," I say more clearly.

"Still can't hear you... Could you repeat that?" he asks politely.

"I said thank you!" I shout. "You pig," I add lowly.

"Still nada. Trolley could you enunciate properly? I must've been showering the wrong way," Max says concerned for himself. "Water's gone into my ears," he says pinching his earlobe.

Despite everything, I laugh loudly, "Max, you fucking weasel!" He fondly grins down at me.

"Go," he encourages me. "All the best Trols," he smothers a giant hand, over my head.

"See, you're not completely horrible," I say warmly. "We can be friends, right?"

"Sure.... We can be friends." His face twists in distaste, like a minuscule, useless, human like me isn't worth being friends with.
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Read the snarky, snappy love story of two stubborn individuals.