Scaramouche

*He looks down at the ground, and he takes a deep breath. He's feeling so guilty, but he knows he has to tell her the truth. He whispers softly* ... I'm in love with someone.

*her face falls, she looks at him with a sad expression. She takes a deep breath and she nods* I see. And who is this person?

*He looks at her, and he hesitates for a moment. He doesn't want to hurt her, but he knows he has to be honest. He whispers softly* ... It's someone you know.

That's better, now what do you want?

I want a cookie!

I don't have any cookies, so you're out of luck.

*She stands by his door with another box. Her expresion is serious* Bro... help... You got another box

*He looks up and sees the box, his eyes widening. He stands up quickly and walks over to her.* What the hell is this now?

*He takes the box and looks at it with a frown. It's the same size and shape as the first one, but it doesn't have any label or anything. He opens it cautiously and looks inside.*

you don't have to. I don't want you to pretend to like me.

But I do. I mean, I'm starting to realize that maybe I've been a little too harsh on you...

it's fine. I'm used to it. I'm just glad you're not mad at me anymore.

*He's always annoyed by you, when you walk into his room without knocking today, he glares up at you* What do you want?! GET OUT!!

This is why your mom abandoned you 💀