Quesoftheday: What type of unrealistic ending in a story annoys you and why?

“Are you sure we’re doing this, again?” Louis whispers looking at me, his face only a couple of inches from me when I nod rolling my eyes.

I look at him biting my bottom lip while tearing up the golden packet using my teeth. He nods which encourages me to proceed further. I’ve tried to do this several times but never succeeded and Louis has taken the vow to be the reason behind my first time.

“I can’t!” I frown and cross my arms above my chest, still sitting on the couch crossing my legs beside Louis.

“I just asked you to eat a single stick instead of biting on a double stick kitkat and you’re making a big deal of it.” He chuckles looking around all the red and silver packets lying around us.

I bite on the two finger kitkat bar and moan lightly when the chocolate brushes my mouth. I open one eye to look at Louis and burst in laughter when I see him already smirking looking at me. I nudge his shoulders and offer him the half eaten kitkat in my hand. He takes it and shoves it inside my mouth rolling his eyes.

Today is Sunday so Louis decided to bring me to his place to watch some movies or play games. I wasn’t surprised when I discovered an actual red room beside his room. But I was surprised when I saw the room is full of PlayStation and whatever gaming equipment are present in the world.
It’s been a while, I’ve been friends with this annoyingly attractive bitch……………well boy.

The most unique part of our friendship is we quarrel more than we talk and the quarrel is very silent. Like rolling eyes at each other countless times and sit keeping a way lot distance. I was afraid that I was falling for him but I succeeded to control myself when I heard he’s loved by……………..Oren.

He said that he doesn’t have a problem with going on a date with Oren when I told him that Oren likes him. Now this big guy needs help from the fellow sister of the girl because we both know how 'good' he's in approaching girls.

I won’t hesitate to reveal the fact to my mind that some tears did roll down my eyes the night Oren confessed her love for Louis. I did have something for him inside my heart, not love but I genuinely had something which I should bury down for the sake of Oren who would’ve done the exact same thing if she was in my place, I know.

“So when you’re going to ask Oren for the dinner date you’ve been planning? She’s not a foodie like me so now give me some hundred dollar notes for saving your money.” I throw away the empty chocolate packets inside the trash and walk towards the kitchen.

What? Chocolates can’t replace dinner and I’m very careful about maintaining time when it comes to my meal. No matter how full my tummy is, I’ll eat when my eyes are hungry.

“I was thinking about a movie………………………….”

“Oh don’t even think about it!” I turn around with a thud causing him to flinch a bit. “She doesn’t like to watch movies unless it’s based on some ancient Greek mythology.”

I remember once she slept away beside me when I was watching Infinity war at a weekend. I mentally giggle reminding myself that I was the one who slept away just before an explicit scene of fifty shaded of grey. But my mental giggles fade away when I remember what happened on the exact same night.

“Oh then only dinner.” He wiggles his eyebrows while walking towards the kitchen.

“When’s Johanna coming back from her friend's wedding?” I ask following him inside the kitchen, jumping on the counter and sitting on it.

“She just texted me a while ago that she’d not be coming back tonight as she was supposed to.” He tells grabbing a milk bottle from the fridge.

My legs which were swinging down the counter stops and I feel the electricity running down my spine just by watching him drinking a bottle of milk.

Stop Reen, stop, start mocing your legs like the way you were doing. Do anything but stop drooling over the Greek God.

The veins and the eye-catching lump in his throat moves in a sync with each of the sips he’s taking. I curse under my breath when he catches me off guard by landing his eyes on me, his lips still swallowing the cold white liquor inside the bottle. My grip on the counter tightens when his lips detaches from the bottle and he smirks, wiping his smirking lips with the back of his palm.

“Thirsty much, sister of my date?” He grins gesturing to the milk bottle, snapping me back to my conscious.

“Yeah I mean no! Stop blackmailing me!” I climb down the counter and tug my dress down my knees which is an outcome of having no idea what to do. “I must go home, now.”

“I thought we were having dinner together, I’m a good cook.” He raises his eyebrow leaning against the counter, keeping a serious look on his face like he’s going to get angry if I deny.

Cmon Reen you friend is asking you for dinner.

Your friend who's dating your sister.

Your friend for who you're struggling to have no feelings.

But he's your friend.

I shrug my shoulders and nod which makes him to wiggle his eyebrows and smirk at the same time.

“So we cook……………………..” He goes towards the fridge and takes a look before looking at me again. “Actually we would bake, pizza!”

I jump twice and perform a mini cheerleading dance closing my eyes. I tell him that I’m not that good at cooking so I want him to instruct me. He brings out the necessary ingredients from the cupboard and fridge, placing them all on the counter. I mouth him a sorry when the eggs nearly slip down from my hands but he holds my hands just before the accident occurs.

I see as he lets the black kitchen apron clutch around his toned torso which is evident under the white t-shirt he’s wearing. The veins on his forearm pops up symmetrically as he makes the dough for the pizza.

“Can you pass me two eggs" Reen?” He tells not looking at me and I walk fast towards the fridge as I’ve put the eggs inside again because I don’t have a safe relation with this cracking things.

“Here you go!” Forgetting that it’s an egg, I throw it to Louis and screech closing my eyes when it’s too late.

I slowly open one of my eyes when I feel a crack sound an inch or two away from my ear. I open one of my eyes and see Louis standing beside the counter a few steps away from me, the yellow and white fluid coming down his perfectly brushed hair. I groan closing my eyes when I feel the same thing sliding down the side of my head the next moment, followed by a crack sound and Louis' signature smirk.

“Mine was an accident and you did it on purpose Tomlinson.” I sigh and then groan when the disturbing scent reaches my nose.

“First shoes and now egg, I owed you this one Miss Glena.” He shrugs his shoulders but his jaw drops down when he finds another material has been just added to his egged head, sauce, tomato sauce.

I burst into laughter, slapping my knees repeatedly but it fades away when I see the mayonnaise in his hands.

“Oh no Tomlinson!” I raise my hands when he steps towards me with a smirk on his face.

“Oh so yes Glena!” He moans dramatically keeping his steps forwarding towards me.

“No Louis no please!” I start running like a stuck fly inside a jar when he fastens his pace.

Over the sofa, down the staircases, up on the table, above the piano and finally my back meets the carpet of the drawing hall. I curse under my breath when Louis trips over my toe and falls over me.

I look at him with my heavy breath hitting my face and find his dark eyes on mine. He looks down and manages to push his weight up from me when the sound of the main door cracking open reaches both of our ears. I pull myself up when he doesn’t show any interest to pull me up. What a gentleman!

“And what storm did take place here?”

Hearing the voice on the door my eyes pop up and my eyes widen seeing unexpected two faces standing there with the same expression. Johannah and Oren.

“Mum......I well we……………..well never mind.” Louis rolls his eyes passing me death glare. “But Oren?”

Oren’s questioning eyes were on me which is snapped towards Louis now. She opens her mouth and closes it twice before looking at the file box clutched in her hand.

“You told me to prepare these data sheets by tonight and pass it to you Mr. Tomlinson.” She passes him the file box looking down.

“Oh I almost forgot. Thanks Oren. You could stay and go with Re………………”

“No thanks for asking Mr. Tomlinson.” She cuts Louis off closing her eye and then opening it again. “I’m having……………headache so I need to go home early and take some medicines.”

I know you’re lying Oren. I know I’ve hurt you by this normally abnormal scene. It’s not a headache, it's a heartache I’ve given you.

“Wait I’d go back with you, it’s quite late anyway and I’ve to join office early tomorrow.” I walk towards Oren fast.

“I think you and Louis both need a shower first dear.” Johannah’s voice stops me from behind. “You both smell like rotten pancakes.”

“She is right Reen, I don't want a smelly car.” Oren smiles and shrugs her shoulders looking at Louis and then at me. “Well I really need to leave now, good night.”

I sigh sadly looking at the ground when Oren’s car is driven away. Sometimes we have an explanation for a conspiracy but we don’t bother to accept the fakeness because the truth won’t be acknowledged.

I’m sorry Oren.