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♦: Slow dancing
“No, absolutely not.” Amber glared at Arden’s outstretched hand, offended.
“Aw, come on, Amber. It’ll be fun, I promise.” Arden smiled at her then, like a little puppy.
“I’d rather die than dance with you,” Amber hissed, eyes narrowed in total distaste.
“Aw, Amber, you know you don’t mean that.”
“I do, and I swear it on my life.” Amber said, batting his hand away, as if it burned her skin.
Arden rolled his eyes and took her hand when she was busy swatting his hand away, his grip tight. He smirked, head tilting to the side almost innocently, “Oh come on, don’t be a party pooper.”
Then, he proceeded to drag the cursing Amber to the dance floor, smile growing wider by the second. She stomped on his feet as soon as they got into position, but she only made contact with his diamond form. She winced and hissed in pain, glaring at him all the while, “I hate you, idiot.”
“No, you don’t. Now, stop trying to stomp my foot. You’ll only hurt yourself more.”
♛: Sharing a dessert
"The fuck, this is mine.” Amber growled at Arden’s offending fork, glaring at the missing piece of chocolate cake that was previously on her plate. There was only half of it now, and she wanted to rip him to shreds for taking the cake.
He smirked at her, mouth full with the chocolate cake she had just bought. He waved the fork he held in the air, humming and swallowing before he spoke, “Now, now, Amber, you know sharing is caring.”
“Well, I don’t care about you.” Amber said, pulling the slice of cake away from Arden’s fork. She took a bite and held it out of his reach, glaring even more when he managed to reach over her anyway and take another bite. “Are you trying to piss me off?”
Arden only smiled innocently at her, “It’s a sign of my love.”
Staring at the cake with regret, Amber stood up and promptly shoved whatever was left of the cake into Arden’s face. She watched with a broken heart as the delicious cake marked Arden’s annoying face. “Next time, it’ll be worse if you try to steal anything chocolate related to me again.”