Unwanted Mate
I asked, worry evident on my voice.
"Uh, this is my house? "I playfully rolled my eyes.
"I mean, you should be resting on your bed, dreaming of mint chocolates and rainbows. "His forehead creased at my words.
"Mint chocolates? I don't like that. It taste like toothpaste. "I chuckled when he wrinkled his face in disgust.
"Yeah, everyone says that, but it's my favorite. I guess somethings wrong with my taste buds. "He looked at me seriously which made me stop from laughing.