~(Y/n)'s pov~

I was hanging out by the stomach, looking for Jones. Well, half of me was looking for him while the other half was hoping he wasn't gonna show up.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't (y/n) (l/n." a voice said behind me.

Dammit.

It's Jones.

I turned around to see him and he had a little smirk on his face.

"Well, someone's been working out. You look fine, girl, mighty fine." he said, while touching my arm.

"Oh Jones, did they really have to assign you and me together?" I said, moving my arm away from him.

"Well, it wasn't my idea but now I'm starting to like it. And speaking of 'you and me,' when are we gonna hook up?" he said, pulling my arm, closer to him.

"I know this spot behind the eye that has the perfect view. Prefect for a little rendezvous. Between me and you." I moved away from him but he for right in front of me.

"You know what I'm saying? Do you know what I'm saying? Cause I've been saying it a long time." he said, getting closer but I just moved away from him.

"Jones, what in the whole wide world makes you think I would ever go out with you?" I asked.

"What you talkin' about? I'm a legend, girl! Chicks line up to divide with me!" he said.

"Oh really?" I said, turning to face him. "Because to me, you look like the type of cell who mostly divides with himself."

After I said that, his face turned to a bit of shock.

"Woah! Who cut off the heat? Somebody pay the bills! It's cold in here." he said, talking about what I said to him.

Now ariving with some milk, a cold pill with a pleasant fruity flavor