“Would you stop squirming!?”

“Maybe I’d stop if YOU stopped!”

“I’m trying to help you!”

“No you’re not, you’re trying to force feed me a bowl of some garbage I want nothing to do with!”

Isabella’s back straightened, her eyes wide and full of hurt as Buford insulted her lovingly prepared home-cooked meal. She basically threw the bowl down on his nightstand and whirled from her seat on the edge of his bed.

“You know what?! Fine! If you don’t want me to help you find something you can keep down then you shouldn’t’ve asked me to come over!” Isabella turned to march out of the sick teen’s bedroom, “I slaved all morning over that garbage but I can see you think embarrassing me - “

She was stopped by a large, clammy hand encircling her wrist.

“Wait- Isabella!”

She only turned her head to look at Buford, and it was all she could do not to swoon and coo at him. He was making the CUTEST puppy face.

“I’m sorry, you know I love your cooking,” Buford apologized gently, pulling her back over to his bedside, “Bein’ stuck in bed all day just makes me snappy. I’ll eat the soup. I promise.”

“Good, I knew you’d see it my way!” Isabella smirked proudly, fluffing her skirt and grabbing up the bowl before daintily seating herself next to Buford, “Now say ahhh~”

Buford immediately frowned and narrowed his eyes. “Hey wait a second, you tricked me! You little weasel!” he growled, curling his hands, “You weren’t insulted by that at all!”

“Nope,” Isabella beamed, spooning up some of the chicken soup, “But you promised to eat it so now you gotta!”

“You bitch! I can’t believe you manipulated me like that!” Buford snarled, slamming a fist down on the sheets. After a moment his look of hatred morphed into something more sly and pleased. “And it’s sexy as hell. You’re SO lucky I’m sick and can’t fuck you into oblivion.”

Isabella practically cackled, feeding the “bully” a spoonful of soup. “I’ve found your secret weakness,” she grinned, leaning in a little and wrinkling her nose cutely, “Now I can get you to bend to my every whim!”

“Only if I get to bend you over a table every time you do it,” Buford quipped, licking his lips and motioning for her to feed him more soup.

The Volcano Scout rolled her eyes, but spooned more soup for him. “Gee, I don’t know whether to feel lucky or creeped out that all it takes to get my boyfriend in the mood is to boss him around.”

“Hey, no one bosses me around quite like you~”

Isabella smirked in amusement and rolled her eyes again. “Just shut up and eat your soup.”