"I just really want a milkshake."
Rose gave an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes sarcastically at Eric.  He had been bugging her about wanting a damn milkshake for the past fifteen minutes, and every time she told him she was busy he just continued poking her.  Standing up, she groaned.  âFiiiiiine, Cire.  Get dressed, weâre going to McDonalds because youâre too lazy to use a blender and I want ice cream.  Now would you please stop bugging me?â she said, winking at him to let him know she wasnât mad.  That was the good thing about their relationship, they could bug each other and be sarcastic, and still know that they loved each other (platonically, of course).  âIâm serious,â she added, arching an eyebrow and glancing up and down his body, âget dressed.  You canât go to McDonalds in your boxers.â
Eric jumped up from the couch, raising his arms above his head.  âYaaaay!â  he cried as he made his way to his bedroom.  Before going into his room however, Eric made his way back to the living room.  âI am not too lazy to use the blender, by the way.  It just... Scares me...â  he looked down with a mock shy expression, ânow, if you excuse me, yaaaaay!â  With that, Eric ran back to his room to get dressed.
