Chapter Twenty One

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Dan looked at me in disgust.

"Why would you do that?" he asked.

"It's delicious, I've been eating it like that since seventh grade," I said, "You should try it."

"Psh, no," he laughed.

"I just ate all that nasty candy for your entertainment," I sassed, "You are going to try Nutella and popcorn whether you like it or not."

"You can't make me do anything," he laughed, "I'm like half a foot taller than you."

"Last time I lunged at you, you fell over," I said putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave.

"I wasn't expecting it," he laughed, "If you lunged at me to get me to eat popcorn that looks like its covered in poo then I won't fall down."

"Fine," I said. I pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.

"That won't work either," he said.

I huffed and turned around to face the microwave. It was soon done popping, I opened the bag, taking in a deep breath of the freshly popped popcorn. I turned to see that Dan was gone.

"Daniel!" I whined, "Please!"

"No!" He shouted from another room.

"I'll do you a favor!"

"What type of favor?"

"It's a surprise," I called, "If you want it you'll eat the popcorn."

"...Fine," he said. Dan walked back into the kitchen slowly and stood awkwardly in front of me.

I took a piece of popcorn out of the steaming bag and dipped it into the Nutella. I got on my toes and pushed it in his mouth.

"Eat it, peasant," I demanded.

He laughed and shook his head.

"You won't get the favor."

He rolled his eyes, giving an aggravated glare, but chewed it anyways. Slowly, he swallowed it, and looked at me.

"So? Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess," he mumbled.

"Perfect!" I smiled, "Everyone in Maine thought it was nasty. But no one really liked me over there."

"Good thing I like you," he smirked. I grinned as Dan's cheeks went red, "I, uh, heh, you see what I meant was-"

I got on my toes and cut him off with a slow kiss.

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