what happens in college

Adam: "I'll still eat it," I said. "It's just not my favorite."

Brea: I sighed.

Adam: "I thought you liked strawberry."

Brea: "I do..." I took another bite of it to prove it.

Adam: I grinned. "Good. Glad you like it."

Brea: "You get to pick the flavor next time."

Adam: I laughed. "What if it's something disgusting?"

Brea: I shrugged. "I won't eat it and I'll make you look fat by you eating it all."

Adam: I laughed. "So if I said I wanted to order peanut butter ice-cream..."

Brea: "That's not that bad."

Adam: "It is if you eat too much of it..."

Brea: "So I wouldn't eat too much of it."

Adam: "Hm...it's starting to sound like a bad idea."

Brea: "But it was only a hypothetical one, anyway."

Adam: "Well, I should think of a good flavor for next time..."

Brea: "If we get ice cream again."

Adam: "Won't we?"

Brea: I shrugged. "I don't know."

Adam: I laughed. "Maybe," I said, continuing to eat the strawberry ice-cream. "Hmph. I don't really like strawberries much by themselves."

Brea: "I hate you sometimes," I mumbled, not meaning it of course.

Adam: I laughed. "That's why it's fun to hang out with you, dear."

Brea: "Yeah, I mean you wouldn't want me to LIKE you or anything," I said sarcastically.

Adam: I laughed. "Hm. That's that too. You do like me, right?" I teased.

Brea: "Nope, not at all. I just came for the ice cream." I smirked.

Adam: I laughed. "You so did not."