Annoyed

Cyrus liked to bother her. On that particular day he trailed his fingers up and down her neck as she ate her food. She glared at him signaling him to stop but he acted ignorant to her signal.

"You are my hungry Caterpillar."

"When have I ever been your anything?!" she glared at him. "Get off."

"No, I like your angry expressions as I truly believe you like me too," he grinned. He bent at the waist and kissed her softly on the neck.

Later she retreated into the tall icebox refrigerator to grab some condiments and Cyrus, inquisitive looked for her. She felt her heart leap in her ribcage in agitation when she made eye contact with him.

"Excuse me, but Cyrus, you are in my way."

"When have I ever been in your way?" he enquired.

She stomped on his foot and he hissed in pain. "You, you-know-who is always on my nerves," she put her hands on her hips and glared fiercely at him.

"Girlfriend, you never take my feelings for you seriously. Am I a towel, that once used is discarded?" He squinted at her in mock shock.

"Ho-ho! you are quite a turn-off Sir," she grumbled. "I'd much rather kiss or touch a slug than breath the same air as the likes of you."

"You are mean!" Cyrus mock-cried.

"If you continue fucking around with my time then I wouldn't be the wiser and set you in your place," she hissed.