He heard a car pull up into the driveway and got up to see who it was. He groaned out loud once he recognized the car and walked over to the door and made sure it was locked. He picked up his PS4 controller and collapsed back down in to the couch, rolling his eyes slightly as he heard a car door slam.
He heard her stomp her way up the steps and then a short pause before she knocked politely. A very tiny grin crept up the side of his face as he waited. He knew she was pissed. He knew she wanted to break the door down. He also knew that short pause was her trying to contain herself. Any moment now, she would...
"DAVID!" she yelled, pounding on the door harder. "David, I know you're in there!" She pounded again. He turned and looked at the door just as she started to yank on the handle to see of it was unlocked. He turned back to his video game as he heard her kick the door once and stomp back down the steps.
He heard the shuffling of branches before the soft yet urgent knock on the glass of his front window. He didn't turn to look. "I can fucking see you!" she yelled. She knocked again. Then knocked constantly for a whole minute solid. Still, he did not move.
"Fine," she said, and David heard the shuffling of the branches again as she moved away, cursing and calling him all sorts of colorful names. Her car started up and she drove away, much to his relief.
But it was short lived. About fifteen minutes later he heard a car in the driveway, again. He got up to check and saw that she was back. He just went back to the couch, prepared to ignore her some more. He heard a couple thumps, but thinking it was her making her way up the steps again he ignored them.
Then he heard more thumps than steps he had leading to his front door. He looked towards the window just in time to see an egg shatter against it, it's contents running slowly down the glass. The bitch was egging his house.
Fury enveloped him, but he quickly kept it in check before he jumped up and ran out of the house. It was mid July! He was going to have to clean these up quickly before the entire property started to reak. Yet, the thumps kept coming, so he popped up and looked out the window.
There she was, a huge pack of eggs sitting on the trunk of her car, smiling like the bitch she was while she threw egg after egg. She had so many, and she was having far too much fun. He walked over to the door, took a deep breath and unlocked it. Then he opened it and took a couple steps into the blazing heat so that he was standing on the porch.
They glared at each other for a good thirty seconds. She had an egg in each hand, a messy ponytail bun thing on top of her head to hold back her unruly hair. Her grey eyes narrowed as he stepped off of the porch and to the nearby water spout that had a green hose neatly coiled beside it on it's hook. He uncoiled some of it, walked towards her while not breaking eye contact, and dropped it at her feet. Her lips tightened as he turned and made his way back to the porch.
He stopped dead in his tracks as the egg hit him in the right shoulder. He felt the weight of the yolk slowly sliding down his back. The fury hit again and again he kept it in check as he walked up the steps, carefully pulling the shirt off over his head to contain the yolk in it as he threw it onto the porch next to the front door. He went inside and made his way back to the couch, not bothering to close the door behind him. There was not stopping her now.
David had just sat down when she came huffing in, holding the whole tray of eggs, and using her foot to slam the door. She didn't even look at him as she made her way to the kitchen. The familiar sound of the refrigerator opening and closing and the faucet turning on and off came next, then her heavy footsteps making their way into the living room. He could feel her glaring at him as she used a wet paper towel to wipe down her face, neck, and the little bit of chest exposed by her red tank top while standing under the ceiling fan.
She looked over at the loveseat that was full of unfolded clothes, grabbed a shirt, and threw it at him. "Come on, you're buying me lunch," she said as she unfolded the paper towel and placed it on her neck.
David nicely set the shirt aside. "I'm not hungry," he said, simply, not taking his eyes off his video game.
"I didn't say you had to eat. I said you were taking me out," she said, shoving some clothes aside and taking a seat on the loveseat. She absently started picking up random pieces of clothing and folding them, sitting them on the coffee table in front of her.
He shook his head. "It's too hot. I don't feel like going out."
She gave an exasperated sigh. "David. You need to get out of here..."
