Hating Me Is Easy. Loving Me Is Difficult. [An arranged marriage] Shopping Spree and a few sides.

"Aweh, but Brandy! I want it!" I whined, tugging his cloak collar. "Aweh, Rayne! Quit it! You're making a scence!" He whined back. "Well, you are too!" I whined again. He rolled his eyes. "No." He said sternly. Losing all hope, only one option remains. I stepped in front of Brandon and gave him my puppy dog eyes. "No." He sighed, turning away, leaving me no choice but to throw away all emotions. When he looked at me, the reaction and shock on his face was priceless.
What Rayne looked like and that explains why Brandon was shocked, huh? She looks as if she's gonna cry! D:

"Uhh, look, maybe next time, Rayne?" He quickly stuttered. "Or if not, I'll buy you something else besides that, okay?" He quickly added, in hope of seeing my face brighten. And, it worked. My smile was back and I jumped gleefully about, shouting. "YAY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!" He rolled his eyes. I dragged him into the pet shop. "Oh, no." He murmured, as I dragged him through all the pets. Then I pulled him over to one creature.

"Ooooooh! Me likey! Me likey!" I screamed, jumping up and down. He groaned and said "Fine, but shut up." I nodded my head vigorously. He paid for the horse, and the horse soon learned my naughtiness and playfulness. We skipped and pranced around like three year olds. "I name thee, Dusk!" I said gleefully. The horse neighed and stomped one foot on the ground, causing a slight tremor. Brandon fell down, because he was trying to get to Dusk. I laughed at him and said, "I think he likes you!"

And kept laughing at Brandon's astonished look on his face. "Eat! Me hungwy!" I said, pulling Brandon up."Alright, alright." He took me and Dusk to the food court.

-- Brandon's POV--

She seemed to be happy about everything. And with every thing that just happened, I think I hate her. Well, not exactly, it was just that she makes it hard for a person to like her! I mean, come on! You all think that a person is a person! Now her, I can infer that SHE IS NUTS! I mean, look! One moment she's happy and bubbly and so gosh darn adorable! Next, she gets shrewd and demanding.

Don't worry, you'll see my point soon.

--Rayne's POV--

"Whaddya wanna eat, love?" He asked. "Umm, pizza?" I said, pronouncing it as pit-za. He sighed. "Kay, love, be right back. Wait here." He said, and went over to the pizza store. Suddenly my cell phone rang. "Hello?" "Hey," "Uhh..." "It's Brandon." "Oh. Why're you calling me?" "What pizza do you want?" "Pepperoni!" "Kay, be right back." And the line was cut off. I looked over the pizza store, spotting Brandon, then I did a double retake. He was surrounded by girls.

Not just any girls, sluttish girls. I swear, their legs must've been waxed, 'cause the legs are so shiny.And also, they must've gotten a boob implant, 'cause their boobs are SO not normal sized. AND I swear, their skirts are so hitched up that they can't hitch it up anymore. "Dusk, stay here and guard the table. I'm going over to see what's taking Brandon so long." I growled. Brandon looked really pleased as the girls swarmed around him.

But he did look astonished when he saw me. I went over to him, knocking over some sluts in the process. I slowly rocked my hips from side to side, and went up to him and grabbed his arm. Then, I turned and gave the girls a smile. Or a snarl, more like. Shut up, conscience. I dragged us away from those sluts, and planted myself down angrily on my seat, next to Dusk. Brandon sighed. "Look, nothing happened, really."

He said. "Yah, right." I snorted sacarstically. He rolled his eyes. "Childish." "Flirt." "Immature." "Hooker." "Prostitute." Oh, that got me really fuming mad. "Jerk." "B*tch." "A**whole." "Insufferable." "Pain in the butt." I hissed, and he glared at me. I chomped my pizza down quickly, angrily, choking in the swift process, but a quick gulp of my pepsi helped.

--Brandon's POV--

What is with this girl?! Just because I flirted doesn't mean she has to treat me this way! She had just called me a pain in the butt, and I glared at her. As I watched her, actually able to just bite the pizza, with so much determination to show how angry she was. I sensed her choking, and wanted to help her. But she downed her pepsi and wiped her mouth, then glared at me, daring me to say another insult.

Instead, I turned around and gave the girls a wink. They swooned. I heard a bang, and the girls were staring past me. I turned to see a steaming Rayne, who was purposely making the table bang with her hands. She turned her heel, said, "C'mon, Dusk." and went off with her pony trotting after her. And there and then, she dumped me in the food court.

--Rayne's POV--

I just watched as he flirted with the girls, and the more I watched, the more I knew, I couldn't take it. With a swift motion, my palms were on the table and I was standing. Everybody looked at me in shock. I turned my heel and stormed out of the food court, calling Dusk to come in the process. And I dumped him there. I got onto Dusk's back and we flew home. I ran into our bedroom and crumpled into the bed, soaking the sheets with my tears....