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As soon as her eyes lit up, Marcus Lee knew what Tabby was about to do. The smile never left his face as he watched the glass hurl towards the bookshelf. Stupid vase, he thought as it fell to the ground. He was happy that now he didnât have to keep it in his living room. âJust donât destroy my books, or I might cry,â he warned her, hurrying back into the kitchen for more plates. A sharp pain in his foot caused him to glance down and when he lifted his foot, he saw a spot of blood on the tiles.
âWatch your feet,â he added to Tabby, unsure if she was wearing shoes too. He went into the cupboard above his head and lifted out a stack of plates. He placed them on the counter, grabbed another stack and placed them next to the first lot, and then called Tabby over. He picked up one of the white plates and weighed it on his hand for a moment. âThis is basically an overpriced, ceramic frisbee,â he told her. Then he smiled again as an idea came to mind. âFrisbee toss competition!â Unsure of how anyone would win, he flicked his wrist and sent the plate flying. It soared over the counter and the coffee table, and smashed into the wall next to the television. He raised his arms and cheered, then turned back to Tabby. âOne point for each plate that reaches the wall.â
She rolled her eyes at his warning. As if destroying his books would be at all satisfying. Energised, Tabby bounded around the room, searching for her next victim. There was a half empty glass of Coke Zero abandoned on the coffee table. She shook her head. Marcus Lee had never exactly been the tidiest person. A grin spread across her face as she reached for it, hurling it at the opposite wall and watching the Coke splash onto the carpet as the glass shattered.Â
Once sheâd had her fun, she followed her boyfriends voice back into the kitchen. âCompetition!â she cheered. In these recent months apart, she really had missed their tendency to turn every mundane thing into something competitive. âYes!â she agreed to the terms and grabbed a plate from the stack. With a deep breath, she shot it in the same direction he had. However, it seemed she hadnât thrown with enough momentum and it clattered down too soon, smashing apart on the coffee table. Still satisfying, but not enough to earn her a point. âA half point,â she argued, eyes narrowed with a slight pout on her lips. âAt least it still smashed.â
Marcus Lee watched Tabbyâs plate fly across the room, laughing when it dropped onto the coffee table. âOoooh, tough luck!â He reached out and patted her condescendingly on the head, still chuckling. âBut fine, you get half a point.â He quickly picked up two more plates, sending them one after the other at the wall. The first one didnât have as much momentum, but still managed to graze the floorboard skirting before exploding on the ground. The other, however veered off course and smashed into the edge of the television cabinet. Marcus Lee held his breath as the tv wobbled, praying it wouldnât actually fall. It would cost a lot to replace the huge tv and he really didnât want to have to ask his dad for money.
Luckily, it stopped wobbling and stayed upright, and he let out his breath in a low stream of words. âOh, thank fuck.â He looked back to Tabby. âPlease, for the love of god, do not break the television like I almost just did.â He raised his eyebrows at her to make sure she knew he was serious, then held out a plate for her. âThatâs another point and a half for me,â he added, as both plates had broken.
Tabby giggled helplessly at the relieved look on her boyfriends face. He was so adorable when he panicked. God, how had she gotten through the last few months of not seeing his stupid smile every day? Standing here now, it seemed impossible.Â
âIâm not that stupid,â she teased, grabbing three plates in an effort to one up him. âNow watch how itâs done!â Tabby tossed each plate in quick succession, attempting to be fancy. One hit the desired target, one thumped onto the couch in a completely dissatisfying manner and the third clattered against the coffee table again. Irritated, she reached into the cupboard and grabbed for the first glass she could find. Perfect, it was one of those stemless wine glass type things. Easy to smash. She strode over to their target wall, not concerned about the glass beneath her feet as she was still wearing her converse. With a large amount of force, she reached out and smashed the glass onto the wall. It wasnât until about five seconds into her victory dance that she fully registered the cut down her palm.
âFuck,â Tabby spat.
