It took me 2 days till I made up my mind to talk to Andrew. And now, I'm ready. Well, just like they say 'Go big or go home.'

"Can we talk?" I asked Andrew. He was sitting at the couch, watching TV. "We're already talking" he replied coldly. "I mean, like a serious one" I said in a frustrated look. "Aren't you going somewhere?" he asked, ignoring what I said. "But I'm here, right?" I answered and sighed. 

I saw him murmur something that I didn't hear. He got the remote and closed the TV. He stood up and slowly came closer to me. "Talk" he said with authority. I took a deep breath. I can't believe I'm saying this. "I.." I paused. 

"You're what?" he asked. That's when I noticed he's already smirking. That's when I realized what's happening. He's teasing me. Huh. "What I mean is.." I really meant to pause. I noticed that Andrew's getting impatient. "Are you eve-" I cut him off.

"THAT YOU'RE A NUT JOB WHO LOOKS LIKE FREAKING DONALD TRUMP!" I shouted at him with a wicked laugh. His face was PRICELESS. I pointed at him, still laughing. "NOW YOU LOOK LIKE DONALD DUCK!" I shouted at him. I took a peek at him. He looked like he can kill me any second now.

Instead of running for my life and peeing in my pants, I just continued laughing. Well, I couldn't help it. I can't believe that I said that to a celebrity. After all, I am his hater. A hater with a ridiculous but worth it plan. Oh right, the plan. I should be "lovey-dovey" with this jerk. Ugh.

Instead of killing me with a his fists or anything, he went to the kitchen. I stopped laughing and wondered. 'What is he planning?' I was about to go to the kitchen when I saw Andrew. Running towards me. Holding a bowl of whipped cream. Huh, just th-wait, WHIPPED CREAM?!

"You're dead, Thompson!" he shouted and got a fistful of whipped cream in his hand from the bowl he's holding. I was still frozen in shock, until I saw attempted Andrew throw whipped cream at me but missed. Then my senses went back. "AHHH!" I screamed at the top of my lungs and ran.

"Get back here!" I heard him shout. I ran, out of breath. He didn't stop chasing me that I didn't even noticed that 45 minutes already passed. I always looked at the clock, wishing he'll stop chasing after me any minute. I took a peek at my back. He isn't even sweating and here I am, a sweating mess.

"STOP IT, DUCKIE!" I can't help but shout. "First of all, I won't stop. Second, I am not a duck!" he shouted and ran faster than before. How can he still be full of energy? What is this? The Maze Runner? I was still running when an idea popped inside my head.

I ran to the kitchen. Luckily, what I need is just at the table. "Gotcha" I mutter. I got it quick and hid it behind me. I turned around and bumped into Andrew. I saw him got a fistful of whipped cream and smirked at me. "You're trapped" he said. I smirked at him back. "Oh yeah? Well, take this!" I shouted and threw a fistful of melted chocolate at his face.

"HAHAHA!" I laughed hard. A few seconds later, I felt whipped cream all over my face and heard Andrew's loud laugh. And next thing I knew, we were stuck at a merciless battle of whipped cream vs. melted chocolate. "HEY DUCKIE! YOU'RE GOING DOOOWWNNN!" I shout, threw chocolate and hid behind the couch near to me.

"YOU MOUSIE! TASTE MY CREAMED WRAAATTHH!" Andrew shouted, threw the cream and hid behind the TV. MOUSIE?! UGH. We threw chocolate and whipped cream at each otheruntil there was only one more scoop of chocolate in my bowl. "Argh, I'll lose in this state" I mutter. Guess I have to-gulp-forfeit. This is so not me.

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I stood up and got out of my hideout. I took a deep breath and bowed my head. "You win" ...Huh? That's not my voice. I looked up and saw.. Andrew? "W-what?" I stammer. He looked away. "Don't make me repeat it" he said coldy and scratches his nape. Wait.. I won? My mind is still processing.. Okay, it's ready.

"Hey! Say so-" I cut him off with a scream of joy. "YAHH! I WON! I WON! I WON!" I screamed and jumped up and down. I ran to him and before I knew it.. I hugged him. "You lost, Duckie" I whisper. I felt him stiffen and I heard him cough uncomfortably. That's when I realized our position. I quickly pushed him away.

"Uh-s-sorr-y" I said and looked at the ground. "Uh-it's okay.." he paused. "Mouise" Ugh, that nickname again. Even though I'm not looking, I'm sure he's smirking. I looked up and gave him a glare. "Stop" I said with authority. "What if I don't?" he teased. Oh, you're testing me. I gave him a smirk. I looked around and saw my still not empty bowl.

I went near and got it. I saw Andrew gave me a confused look. I put the remaining chocolate in my hand and threw it at Andrew's still dirty face. "You'll get that" I gave him a smug smile. "Ugh, you're lucky I don't have any cream anymore" he said and we both laughed.

While cleaning the place up, I spoke. "Am I forgiven?" I asked, hoping I'm forgiven. "We went through all of that just for you to say sorry?" he asked back. I nodded and chuckled. He shook his head and chuckled. "Well, you didn't have to say sorry on the first place, but yes, you're forgiven" "Thanks, Duckie" I said with a genuine smile.

He showed me his million dollar smile. "Anytime, Mouise"