A Month Later
"Get up!" Monica yelled, pulling Tyson off the bed. He fell to the ground with a thud, and let out a groan.
"Is it just me or have you become extremely annoying in this past month?" Tyson asked, scowling up at her.
Monica shrugged, offering him a sweet smile. She extended her hand for him, and he rolled his eyes, getting up himself.
"What?" Monica frowned. "Taking my hand would've wounded your fragile masculinity?" She crossed her arms over her chest.
"No," Tyson frowned, looking at her incredulously. "It would've put pressure on your stomach if I'd actually used your help."
"Oh," Monica blinked, her eyebrows shooting up in realization. "I've become so used to this, I forget at times," she said softly.
"I know," Tyson replied, walking to the cupboard. "Besides yo
