“I don’t wan’t to be a fruit cup!”I yell at him.
The look on is face is comical and I would laugh if I wasn’t so upset,”What?”
“I said that I don’t want to be the fruit cup that you get when they run out of the chocolate pudding!!”
“You are not a fruit cup.” he says with an easy smile.
“Oh yeah, well then why did you only ask me out after you got dumped by little miss pudding face?”
“I was trying to end that for weeks” he looks like he’s so hurt, but just to make sure…
“So are you saying that you would rather kiss a fruit cup?”
“YOU’RE NOT A FRUIT CUP !”
“Yes or no?”
“No, I would rather kiss you.”
“OK then prove it.”
“Fine”
You know the rest.