Him: You’re kidding me right? You’re not actually going to buy that scarf, it has like a thousand colors.
Her: Yeah well, you know I like crazy shit. Besides, it goes with like twenty outfits of mine.
Him: Oh all right, you’ll be like my color bursting bag of skittles.
(He messes up her hair lightly.)
Her: OH look, now I look like a colored porcupine. Thanks.
Him: But you’re my porcupine right?
Her: Sure ( She pokes his stomach several times giggling. ) Spikes and all!
Him: Um. Ow. That hurt.
Her: Awww, really? Come here, let me kiss it so it feels better.
Him: Nope, sorry, I read somewhere colored porcupine are not healthy at all, especially for the heart.
Her: Hmm, well, I shall not contradict that, I mean look at you, your practically hyperventilating just looking at me. ( She says this in a very cocky tone. )
Him: Oh come here, you silly goose, just kiss me already.
Her: Oh alrightttt…
(They kiss between the left scarf display and the Calvin Klein make-up display to the right.)
Her: Tea, dear?
Him: Sex, dear?
Her: Im serious, chamomile?
Him: Im serious too, bed?
(They both smile at each other and burst into laughter.)
Him & Her: Tea and Sex, dear?
(Both nodding their heads they leave the kitchen and escape to the bedroom.)
Her: Amore? I think I have to tell you something?
Him: Well what are ya waiting for? Spit it out.
Her: Well after many complicated calculations, and reducing, and adding, and multiplying, and subtracting I’ve found the the equation of you and me gives the definitive result of Love to the infinite power. Do you think I should do further calculations? Or just settle with the given result?
Him: You’re such a dork, you know that?
Her: Yeah, yeah, but you’re crazy about dorks so whoopi for me! Answer please?
Him: Well, I’m an english major, so you do the math.
Her: Although at many times it may seem as if I am a patient person, most of the time, I’m not.
Him: Its perfect, I would not contradict your calculations at all.
Her: Good. Because I freaking forgot the stove on. Shit.
Her: Why don’t you laugh at my jokes anymore? Do you like someone else?
Him: Why must you always assume all these crazy things?
Her: I don’t know! I just feel like we’re going too fast and it’s like I love you but I’m scared, what do you want me to do?!?!?!
Him: God, you’re so crazy, I don’t even know why I’m wasting my time.
Her: Oh now what did I do? Its all my fault now, isn’t that typical.
(He slams the door and leaves, lights a cigarette and shreds up a dry leaf from the street, furious of how stubborn she is.)
(She locks the door behind him, lights a cigarette and shreds a napkin furious of how stubborn he is.)
They don’t speak for days.
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