Many of you lovely readers wanted a part 2, surprisingly. I had a fun time working on the first so here's part 2! Enjoy darlings (￣▽￣)!
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"You horrible person! Get away from me!" You swiftly take out a small spray bottle from your backpack, getting ready to spray the male.
"Woah, calm down! Don't pepper spray me!" He put his hands up, stepping back. "That's just how I eat my string cheese and Kit Kat, sheesh." He turns his head to the side and whispers to himself, "I want serious (Y/N) back."
You narrow your eyes at him. Yet another argument.. a stupid one, as usual. This time, over Kit Kat and string cheese. You were peacefully eating your lunch at the courtyard - Kit Kats and string cheeses included - and then he showed up, feeling the need to comment on the way you're eating your snacks.
"It's called string cheese for a reason. You're supposed to peel it, not bite it. As for Kit Kats, you're supposed to break off a piece, not bite a huge chunk out of it," You explain. "Of course, people eat differently which is fine. However.." You point at him. "We are no longer friends!"
(C/N) roll his eyes and sighs in exasperation, "I hope you're joking. We're seriously arguing over this? This is so stupid! Worse than our last argument about strawberries."
You cross your arms across your chest, "You didn't have to comment about the way I was eating my snacks. Mr.ILikeToStartArguments."
He scrunches his nose at the name. Sighing again he says, "Oh I'm sooo sorry your Highness. Here, let me make you feel better." He grabs a Kit Kat and string cheese from your lunch box and unwraps both; (C/N) slowly takes a big bite of the chocolate goodness and after a while bites the string cheese. Smirking he taunts, "Do you feel better now~? Oh no, I guess I should've peeled the string-"
*SPRAY*
"AHHHHHSCREWYOUGHJLUPPHGFG!" He flail his arms around and rub his eyes aggressively.
You slap your forehead and groan, "Stop overreacting. I just sprayed you with water, that's all. Idiot."
He gives you a menacing glare, "I really don't like you."
"I don't like you either."
"Not what you said last time."
Your heart starts to beat faster. Wiping your clammy hands on your jeans, you calmly stare at him "I was joking, of course."
"Really?" He stares at you; his eyes boring into yours'. Leaning in close, he says "If you say so.."
You keep your composure and clear your throat, adding a cough. "Yes, really. Please move back a bit, you're too close."
He smirks, "Good. Serious (Y/N) is back. I missed you."
"I didn't."
"Well I didn't either."
"Not what you said earlier."
"I don't know what you mean."
"Stop lying Gus."
"Again with the Fault Stars reference?"
"It's The Fault-"
"I don't care Hazel."
"Oh? So you ARE my Gus Waters."
"Gosh dang it."
"Hah!" You smile triumphantly.
"So.. are we dating now..?"
"No..?"
"Well I was joking anyways."
"I was joking too."
"W-Wait.. you were?"
"Yeah. That's why I said no with a question mark at the end."
"Yeah, I know. You didn't have to explain yourself."
"Why do I like you?"
"I'm an amazing guy, that's why."
"Idiot."
"You're the idiot, idiot."
"Maybe idiot will be our always."
"You're seriously so.."
"I'm an idiot, I know."
"An adorable idiot."
"Whaaat? Can you please repeat what you just said? I don't think I heard you."
"'An annoying idiot,' that's what I said."
"Hmph."
"What? Don't give me that look."
"What look? The I'm-going-to-chop-your-eggplant-off look?"
"Sheesh.. my girlfriend is so mean to me."
"My boyfriend doesn't know what joking means."
"Oh.. so you aren't going to chop-"
"No! Idiot!"
"Phew! For a second there I thought-"
"Well, not yet.."
"WAIT WHAT."