“Come on, Vicious. Let’s go watch a movie.”
“What kind of movie?” We usually fought over what to watch on t.v. because he usually wanted to watch something action and I liked True Crime and sad flicks.
“Chick flick?” He offered.
“Oh, how generous.” I said. Mimicking his sweet voice from earlier. Making his eyes go hooded in suspicion. “Any one I want or is there a particular one you use to get in girl’s pants?”
“Even if there was, it’d be a bit late now.”
“Oh!” I blew out my cheeks in frustration.
He laughed. “You’re so cute pissed. Like an enraged chipmunk.”
He nudged the bottom of my chin with his knuckle as if I were adorable.
As he walked away, I picked up an empty plastic water bottle and threw it at the back of his head.
He jerked to a dead stop.
I grimaced. Ducking
