• January and Ethan sat next to each other on a rather miniscule couch that almost pushed them into each other. The couch wore a blood red color. IT's color resembeled Januarys boiling rage that hides just below the surface of her when her parents try to arrange Boyfriends,like the color of both Ethan and Januarys face when they accidentally held hands, and like the growing nervous anxiety of the silence in the room. Seeing that things were awkward, Mr.Tale, or as Ethan would call him, Dad, asked: "January, would you like something to drink?"
    "Um.............ok" She said shyly
    "Ethan go get her something." Ethan got up and started into the kitchen when January's mother ordered her to follow. Ethan was browsing in the fridge when January tapped him on the shoulder. Ethan stood back up, a soda in his hand.
    "ok Ethan, there's no chance we are going out." January said.
    "Yeah i was thinking the same thing." Ethan responded. January was a suprised, none of the other arrangements had not wanted her.
    "what?" she asked.
    "You think you're the only one who gets arranged?"
    "you too?"
    "All the time, our parents set this one up together."
    "well, since were agreed-"
    "wanna mess with them."
    "Yes!" January and Ethan walked back together, and sat down on the tiny couch.
    "so what do you think of Ethan, January." Asked Ethan's mother.
    "he's pretty cute." January pretended, not that he wasn't, just that she was trying to throw off her parents. Ethan faked a blush.