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"You hate me," she said playfully, her voice stubborn.
He grinned, a bit relieved. "Thanks."
He frowned. "I was just saying you're good." *** She took one. "Definitely not."
"You haaate me!" she said into her pillow, her voice muffled.
"It's good to see you as well," he said brightly. "I hope it's alright that I came."
"Dark chocolate isn't bad," he said. "Soil isn't bad. Black marble isn't bad. The night sky isn't bad. All these things can seem so dark but still...
She buried her face in her pillow. "Now you hate me!"
He nodded, squeezing her hand. "Alright."
He pursed his lips. "So?" *** "You are?"
She went and flopped onto the bed. "I just wanted to make you happyyy!"
He did as well, raising an euebrow. "Hmph."
He glanced at her. "What do you mean?" *** "Well, I don't have to," she started. "I just assumed."
"You are being so mean right now."
He glared jokingly. "So mean."
He blinked, as if surprised. "Of course I am. Are you?' *** She nodded. "This means I'm spending the night, right?"
He shook his head. "Don't do this to me."
She wiped away a fake tear from her cheek. "I knew you wouldn't want anything I make."
"Well, he shouldn't be. He's got Callie, and I've got you, so we're all happy." *** She laughed. "Comedies!'
"I'm sorry!"
"So.. if I spend a lot of my time and work hard into making you a pie you wouldn't eat it?"
