His finger twitched.
"Do you mind letting go?" I glanced at his hand and then at mine.
"Do you mind letting go?" He blew his brown hair out of his face.
"Well no, because I touched the pineapple first." I glared at his hand. Let go.
"You must be blind because from what I saw, my finger poked it before yours did." He smiled smugly.
"You must be blind because my hand grabbed it first." I smiled trying to be intimidating.
"Who gives a crap about who grabbed it first, shut up the both of you! " A large woman behind the both of us glared at the boy and I.
Naomi and Pierce are polar opposites.
Naomi is the party-goer. She loves everything bright and hates confrontation. Everybody knows Naomi, even if they like her or not. But Naomi isn't sure if that's a good or bad thing.
Pierce hates parties. He'd much rather be inside and reading. Although, despite the person that he is, he managed to get himself a girlfriend that he actually likes.