mileven + 29 or 9 (or both) :)
9: “Quit it or I’ll bite.”
29: “Come over here and make me.”
(this sounded so flirty ~ but how about instead we make it NOT) (time for a mileven fight!)
They’re arguing, though El can’t quite remember why. All she knows is that her blood is boiling, her fists are clenched, and Mike is being the absolute worst.
Or maybe she’s being the worst. She’s still not quite sure who started the fight to begin with. They were walking back to his house from a night at the arcade (Mike had lost almost every game he’d played, miserably), when a couple terse comments were exchanged. The terse comments grew into brash declarations, and brash declarations turned into a full-on argument, right on the middle of the sidewalk.