It felt like I took off my life problems when the dumb dress was detached from my body.

Yeah, detached.

The damn thing didn't come off quickly. It felt like a second skin and the sand in between made it even worse.

Well, Dylan decided it'd be great to get in the water, cold water if I might add and I didn't resist cause, duh, why not?

Anyways, we spent minutes in the water, splashing on each other with absolutely no idea where we would find fresh dry clothes after.

At the sad end, we went home in our wet sandy clothes.

My choice to wear something off shouldered and skimpy backfired. The cold air bit into my skin and at times, made me take breaks to shake it out. I had never been so cold and Dylan, the definition of a perfect gentleman, didn't offer to give me his jacket.

I took a warm bath the moment I got home, washed away all the sand and salt I had attached to my skin then washed my hair to get rid of the ones in between the strands.

Wearing a yellow and brown ducky pajamas, I felt reborn.

"You can come in now!"

Dylan sprinted into my room and attacked my marshmallow bed.

Oh, and just so you know, I changed the sheets and added perfume so, yeah, I'm a better person now.

"What's that?" I asked, referring to the white plastic bag in his hands.

"I got you" he puulled out a cuboid white box and placed it in front of me.

I wrapped my fingers around it and lifted the box.

First, it was heavy.

Second, the surface was smooth.

Third, it had a familiar logo of a bitten apple on it.

What the hell is this?

"It's a phone Cupcake, a phone"

Then the realisation hit me "Oh, a phone"

"Well, I figured out you'd need a phone for social media stuff"

"You didn't have to Dylan"

"Well, I did so keep it, okay?"

"Thanks Dyl"

🦋.🦋.🦋.🦋.🦋.🦋

"What's for dinner?"

"Anything edible"

"Duh, no one said we're eating plastic"

Dylan made his way to the refrigerator and pulled it open, something he did almost every time he stepped into the kitchen and the machine kept refilling itself like it worked with magic.

With no other option, I followed his footsteps and found misled behind him, trying to reach for a can of Coke.

"Can you move? I need to get a can of Coke"

"Oh yeah, Coke" He said and reached to take the fizzy drink.

"Thanks"

Then he opened it and drank it.

Till the can was empty.

"I meant for me"

"Yeah, I know"

"I hate you" I mumbled and went towards the counter, giving him time to pick out the good ones. "We're ordering pizza"

"That's not healthy" He paused "Good choice"

After minutes of rummaging through the poor refrigerator, he pulled out the whole bucket of ice cream and placed it on the counter beside me.

He then proceeded to get spoons and handed one to me.

He got himself a tablespoon and got me a teaspoon.

What's wrong with this kid?

"Why would you get me a teaspoon and get yourself a bigger one?"

"So you won't eat more"

"It's a whole bucket you idiot"

"Well, don't blame me, I have an appetite"

I huffed and slammed my teaspoon on the counter before trying to get his.

Keyword, tried.

I had my fingers wrapped around the top of the metal and his at the bottom "Let it go Dylan"

"Never!"

He yelled and pulled the spoon towards him, almost making me loose my grip on it.

"Dylan, let it go!"

"Never!"

"You're hurting me"

He let go of the spoon the moment I let out the obvious lie.

Wow, he really was stupid.

"Ha!"

I yelled in accomplishment, clutching the spoon in my hand.

The moment I tried to rub my success on Dylan's face by doing a victory dance, my arm accidentally hit the bucket of ice cream.

In the next second, the ice cream hit the tiled floor and splashed everywhere.

I felt the cold liquid hit my feet and a little on the arm guarding my face.

I slowly peeled my eyes open, one after the other and starred at the mess I made. A large portion of the floor was covered with ice cream. It splashed across a side of the counter, the refrigerator, seat and literally everything in my vision.

The look on Dylan's face was pure pain. If it wasn't ice cream, I would've thought he lost a person close to him or something.

"Oh my god" I whispered, standing up and pushing the seat further away.

I crouched down and picked up the bucket "Look, you can get a bowl out of this"

Then the damn thing slipped out of my hand and once again, splashed.

"Hey!"

"I didn't do it intentionally" I said honestly "It slipped"

I didn't understand what he was doing when he stood up, crouched down and took a chunk of ice cream in his hands.

That was till he smeared it on me.

I gasped when it made contact with my skin and the ice cream went straight into my mouth in the process.

Well, it tastes good but that's not the point!

"Oopsie, it slipped"

Of course, I didn't let him get away with it. I shoved my hand into it while he was busy laughing like the idiot he was and rubbed it all on what he valued the most.

"My baby!" He screamed, his hand making contact with his ice cream gelled hair.

Then I was the one laughing.

"Oopise!"

It didn't take a second before Dylan took the broken bucket of ice cream and dumped it all on my head.

I closed my eyes as it ran down my face, using my fingers to brush it off my forehead. My efforts were useless cause I had it on my eyelids the next second. I let out the air I had in me and some from my mouth to let out the one slipping through my lips. Then it went through my pajamas, down to my bare skin and also down my chest to, um, yeah.

Not something you'd like to imagine.

Anyways, I stood up the moment I got the chance to and picked up the first thing I could.

Ketchup.

"Let's end this cupcake"

"Yeah, you're right"

I took off the cap of the red container, tipped it upside down and pressed down on it till most of its content were on him.

"How about we end it now?"

"You're gonna regret this Cupcake"

Oopsie.

He sprinted to the refrigerator and pulled it open.

Fearing he would do a lot worse, I took shield behind the counter and hoped he'll get tired and leave.

Hope.

I didn't hear him slam the refrigerator shut or footsteps he was looking for me or at least, coming towards me.

Then the whole place became silent, almost like I was the only one in the house.

Wait, did he die?

"Dyl_"

I didn't complete my sentence before I felt something warm hit my head and then splashed on the floor around me.

It wasn't ice cream, definitely not as thick and wasn't ketchup either. I figured out it was watery due to the way it ran down my face freely and soaked my pajamas in seconds.

My eyes were shut till the long seconds were over.

It was a plan to spill milk on me.

"I hate you, I really do but I'm gonna be mature and leave you"

He was laughing his butt off while I walked my walk of shame upstairs.

I caused a mess while walking to my room and sprinted to the bathroom once I got in.

I stripped off the ducky pajamas which happened to be my favorite and dumped them on the floor.

My skin was sticky and wet from the sugary ice cream and milk on my skin. My hair was wet and dripping the thick mixture of ice cream and milk.

To sum it up, I was miles away from comfortable.

Stepping into the shower, I grabbed a bottle of shampoo and washed my sticky hair. It came off easily with a single wash and the white foamy liquid was rolling down my body the next minute.

I spent a lot of time under the shower, scrubbing my body to get it all off.

Once I was completely satisfied, I wrapped a white robe around myself and stepped out of the shower.

I took a look at myself in front of the mirror and for that moment, a different person was in front of me.

I always thought I was a replica of my dad but taking a look at it, I kinda looked like my mom.

Not to sound all stupid but I missed her.

A lot.

Yeah, she did a lot of bad things I couldn't forget but I couldn't also forget she was my mother and she was a lot better before it happened. Literally, she was the best mother.

She got me princess dresses, wands, fake wings to make me feel like a princess and most times, go outside to have our mother-daughter bonding time.

Besides, it wasn't her fault she was mentally unstable.

If she really didn't care, she wouldn't have bothered to follow me or get me so much money.

"Oh Cupcake!"

I sighed on hearing the very familiar voice of Dylan and thuds signalling he was jumping on my bed.

Again.

"Leave me alone!"

"I got us food"

I gasped.

"From Nigeria"

Then I sprinted out.

What? It's not my fault I have an appetite

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