Kiara/Drewby
What did I eventually decide we were calling the Kiara/Drewby ship? Must go check that story again. Because you know what, I'm starting to think the warm fuzzies are back between them.
Which, obviously, is bad. I told Kiara she should go out with Dylan, cos he was totally coming on to her for the last week of the play.
Kiara: He was? I mean, uh...he's fourteen.
Me: *Gasp* I forgot Drewby turned sixteen!
Kiara: Yeah...*talks about Drewby*
Me: *Eye roll* We are going to have to do some tech stuff at the theatre, because you need to meet other boys.
Kiara: What?
Me: Drewby is bad bad news.
Kiara: Well...yes.
Me: And he's not good enough for you.
Kiara: Well...yes.
Me: No Drewby!
Kiara: But he came over today and he was all *blah blah blah, talks about Drewby*
Me: He is crazy.
Kiara: *lovingly* I know.
Me: Hey! You used The Tone of Voice!
Kiara: I did not!
Me: That's the covering-it-up tone of voice now!
Kiara: Hey!
Me: No Drewby!
Drewby! He's so...cute. And funny. And he's got a wicked twinkle in his eye. But he makes Kiara so crazy, I just want to kill him some days. Every time she gets jealous and pouty and he's off flirting with whichever female has placed herself in his path (regardless of age, sexual orientation, or marital status), I just wish he'd evaporate into thin air. And then he says something completely wonderful, and she tells me about it all starry-eyed, and I just want to give him a hug!
Why won't he leave her be? *Stomps around*
Which, obviously, is bad. I told Kiara she should go out with Dylan, cos he was totally coming on to her for the last week of the play.
Kiara: He was? I mean, uh...he's fourteen.
Me: *Gasp* I forgot Drewby turned sixteen!
Kiara: Yeah...*talks about Drewby*
Me: *Eye roll* We are going to have to do some tech stuff at the theatre, because you need to meet other boys.
Kiara: What?
Me: Drewby is bad bad news.
Kiara: Well...yes.
Me: And he's not good enough for you.
Kiara: Well...yes.
Me: No Drewby!
Kiara: But he came over today and he was all *blah blah blah, talks about Drewby*
Me: He is crazy.
Kiara: *lovingly* I know.
Me: Hey! You used The Tone of Voice!
Kiara: I did not!
Me: That's the covering-it-up tone of voice now!
Kiara: Hey!
Me: No Drewby!
Drewby! He's so...cute. And funny. And he's got a wicked twinkle in his eye. But he makes Kiara so crazy, I just want to kill him some days. Every time she gets jealous and pouty and he's off flirting with whichever female has placed herself in his path (regardless of age, sexual orientation, or marital status), I just wish he'd evaporate into thin air. And then he says something completely wonderful, and she tells me about it all starry-eyed, and I just want to give him a hug!
Why won't he leave her be? *Stomps around*