A small and corny little chaoter to show while I work on the others.
Read like the do in the movie Trapped in the Closet for the first few lines.
You glared at him.
And he glared at you.
And you glared at him...
And he glared at you.
"Why won't you drink it?"
"Because you can't cook." You replied, batting your (e/c) eyes as you rolled them. He growled, pushing it towards you.
"Drink the hot kool aid."
"I'm not drinking it."
He looked at you before raising his voice.
"I made this for you!!" He cried out. You sighed, getting up before he sat you back down.
"Drink. My. Hot. Kool Aid." He said as he held out the kettle of hot aid, pouring it into a mug. You smelled it, your tongue sending threats after you. You looked into his fiery eyes, and scratched your (h/c) hair.
You shook your head.
No way in hell.
He frowned before smirking, taking the mug and drinking it.
"Yah nasty-" you began until his placed his lips on yours, making you drink it. After the liquid vanished from btih of you, he licked your lips while yous stood there, frozen.
"How's it taste?"
Oh dear mother of Pearl-
"...dunno. I didn't feel that one." You said before he took another cup.
Hot Kool Aid.
Because it was hot.
