F is for Fuss

“For the love of God, will you move please just your shoes?”

“Good grief Col, they’re not in the way or anything.”

“Hate to tell to this, but they’re so big that they block the hallway. It’s ridiculous!”

“I’ll move them in a minute, let me just finish this!”

Colin continued to huff and glare at Ryan.

“Keep your hair on, Col. Oh wait, too late.”

“Just move the damn shoes, Stiles.”

“Let me finish! I’ll be done in a minute, like I said.”

“Minute? A minute? Why don’t you just do it now?”

“Not now Colin! I’m in the middle of something.”

“Oh for the love of God, you are so difficult, you know that?”

“Please, like you’re the easiest man to be around.”

“Queer then, how the arguments usually about you.”

“Really? Well maybe if you didn’t get worked up over the slightest little thing, there wouldn’t
be any arguments.”

“Sure, like you’re perfect, aren’t you? Like you never pick fights over nothing.”

“Take your nagging somewhere else.”

“Up yours.”

Ryan chuckled. “Very sexy. Do you know how sexy you are when you’re angry?”

“Well, maybe when you tidy your shoes up, we can do something?”

“Xacuti chicken? Can you make me some please?”

“Yes, if you want.”

“Zippy-do-dah! You haven’t made that in… how long?”

“Ages, I know.”

“Boy, I’m feeling hungry now.”

“Can you move your shoes now?”

“Don’t you change the… you know what? Fine, I’ll move my Goddamn shoes.”

“Easy, isn’t it?”

“For crying out loud, all that hassle over nothing.”