A Kiss Is Like ... Emotional

"I didn't mean to make you mad."

"You didn't make me mad. I'm not mad. I'm am completely and totally cool with this situation."

"You're a liar."

"You're annoying." the older man said.

"I'm right though."

"You're wrong, now let me up."

"No. Not until you admit I'm right and you're wrong. Just because you're older it doesn't make you smarter. It means your brain cells are dying."

". . . thanks?"

"You're welcome. Now admit I'm right."

"The floor really isn't that uncomfortable, you know. I could just stay here for--dammit, quit biting my nose!"

"You're avoiding the situation."

"And biting my nose isn't avoiding the situation?"

"No. I'm helping the situation progress in a psychological way. Avoidance equals pain."

"You flunked Psychology. Why the hell should I listen to you?"

"Because I have you pinned down to the floor by your arms and my knee is in close proximity with your crotch."

". . . fine."

"So tell me then."

"Tell you what?"

"Quit pouting. You know what." the younger man said.

"I'm not mad."

"I already told you that you have--"

"I'm really not mad."

"Oh."

"You sound shocked."

"I thought you were. Mad, I mean."

"You're pretty damn sure of yourself, aren't you?"

"Most of the time. I mean, I am a gorgeous genius straddling a gorgeous not-so-genius so I'm doing all right for myself."

"Yeah, yeah . . . dude, don't do that."

"Don't do what?"

"I'm serious, don't do that."

"I don't kiss and tell."

"You're such a whore."

"Yeah, but you like it, don't you?"

"Dude, knock it the fuck off. Someone could--"

"The door's locked."

"But I--"

"You have no excuses. So now you have to talk. One way or another."

"Bitch."

"Yeah, I know. So what else is new?"