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"If the world was ending, you'd come over right?" I looked at him eagerly to finish the lyrics, but he just raised an eyebrow at me. I huffed in frustration at his blank expression, "Are you gonna finish the lyrics or not?" "If the world was really ending, we'd be in too much of a panic to think of anything besides survival," he shrugged and laid back in his chair, but I wasn't having it. "Why do you have to be so rational?" I huffed as I folded my hands and pouted like a child would. Yep, a seventeen-year-old child. Nothing to see here people. "Why do you enjoy being irrational?" he huffed, mimicking me. "You're an ass," I spat, not looking at him. "Yet you still love me. Don't you, Belly?" I could feel my cheeks redden in anger at the nickname, but I wasn't budging. I could practically feel his smirk, if that was possible, and I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of a reaction. "Don't worry, you don't have to say it. And I love your ass too". I felt my eyes about to bulge out of their sockets and hid my head between my legs, trying my best to hide my face, while he laughed hysterically. I'm sure if Clifford could see me right now, he'd bow in submission to my superior colour. Either that, or give me a shower with his tongue, whichever comes first. --- • --- If you wanna see more of Matthew and Arabella's story, don't be shy. Dive right in and vote, comment, and share! I love you all so much and I hope to hear from each and every one of you guys. Well, that's it for now folks! Later taters.
Little Minions
