Sweet as Sugar, Crazy as Hell

Chapter 13: Chocolates and Roxxane

I sat upside down on my chair, bored out of my mind.

It's been a few days since our last mission. We got Kylie back the day after that.

Though there's a problem...

Kylie has amnesia. Stupid Keens gang tortured her too much.

"Just wait until I get a mission regarding you stupid gang. I will make you pay." I muttered to myself.

I fell off my chair when someone knocked on the door, falling face first.

"I'm taking that as a cue to come in." The voice behind the door said.

I grunted in response, not getting off the floor.

I heard the door open and close.

"Hey I have— Why in the name of potato chips are you lying face-first on the floor?" Oliver demanded.

"I fell off my chair." I replied plainly.

"Are you still not getting over Kylie's possibility of having amnesia?" He asked me.

I closed my eyes, "Yup."

"Don't worry 'bout it. Who knows, it might be selective amnesia." Oliver told me.

I sat down properly on the floor, ignoring the pain in my head.

"Might, Ollie, might." I told him.

"Hey, stop being sad. This is supposed to be a happy gang." He told me.

"Since when?" I asked him.

"Well, since you started making clumsy mistakes." He argued.

"Did not!" I retorted.

"Did to!"

"Did to!"

"Did not!"

"I agree, I did not." I said.

"You tricked me." He accused.

"No." I said, stretching the o, "It was reverse psychology."

He rolled his eyes and lied down on my bed.

"Oh yeah, sure, get comfy." I said sarcastically.

"There's some chocolate in that bag." Oliver told me.

I rushed over, tripping, doing a cartwheel and failed, until I finally reached the bag.

My eyes sparkled as I see different kinds of chocolate in the bag.

"Thanks for the chocolate, Ollie!" I said and opened the Toblerone.

"Wait, don't eat it, idiot!" Oliver yelled.

"Who are you calling an idiot, you idiot?" I demanded.

"You, you idiot." He replied.

"You're an idiot-er." I retorted.

"That's not even a term!" He yelled.

"Is to!" I argued.

He didn't say anything and just pulled me closer to his chest.

"Don't eat it, okay dummy?" Oliver told me.

I looked at him and giggled, "Why not? It's chocolate. You know how much I love sweets."

"Those are experimented chocolates." He told me, quickly covering his mouth with his hands.

I pulled away from his grasp and glared at him, "Are you poisoning chocolate? I hate you!"