Lunar Chronicles Oneshots

Oneshot #12: Label the Tomatoes

Scarlet frowned as she neared the mirror in the bathroom. There, on the top right corner, was a red sticky note. She looked at it, reached up, and read it.

I haven't dealt with mirrors in a while. How do I clean them? Soap? Tissues? Water? Tomato juice? Chlorine?

She pursed her lips, holding back a smile and brushed her teeth, shoving the note into the pocket of her jeans.

That was the third note. The first one, talking about how the floor was slippery, had been next to her pillow. The second one had read "I think I need new clothes that will better accommodate my... new face additions" and had been stuck to a hanger in the closet.

Out in the hall next to a picture of a smiling seven-year-old Scarlet was "We should have a kid." She raised a brow at this one but grabbed it anyway and continued towards the kitchen.

In the stairs, there were four notes. She walked down and read each one as she went.

This step almost broke as I climbed it last night.

I think we need better stairs.

How old is this place? No offense

This is my favorite step. His name is Gabe.

She laughed and reached the kitchen, where Wolf was busy sticking notes all over the walls and stove and cabinets.

Scarlet crossed her arms and cleared her throat. "Wolf, what in the name of Luna have you been doing?"

He shrugged suddenly looking uncomfortable in his striped purple pajama pants and grey T-shirt. He set down his pen. "Erm... I... uhh...," he stuttered sheepishly, "I was..."

She picked up the nearest one. "'Cabinets are so rectangular,'" she read aloud. "What does thos even-- Wolf, no, stop."

"Stop what?" He stepped away from the table.

"Give me that tomato right there," she sighed.

"This one?"

"No, the other-- there ya go. Thank you." She turned the fruit-vegetable over and ripped off the note, an unamused expression on her freckled face. "You labelled my tomatoes. Why would you label my freshly picked tomato?"

"So you- so you know what it's called..."

"Wolf, if anything, I should be the one labelling things for you." She walked to him and took him into her arms. He inhaled. "I know what a tomato is, Z."

"Never forget, my Alpha," he laughed quietly.

This does not make up for anything and I'm sorry. So, if you're going to kill me, then stab me and feed me chlorine. Seriously.
~O.P.