Theme # 21: langlock
Cranky, Pretty Witch


Zeeshan Darren would not leave her alone. It was as if his life depended on how much he teased her - Gold did not dislike him, but they could not never get along like good friends.

She heaved a sigh, now, as the double doors of the living room swung open, and her cousin walked in, mouth forming into a smirk the moment he saw her.

"Hi, Green."

"If you call me that ONCE more, I will Langlock you into -"

"Why?" He cut through. "Gold is a colour. Green is a colour, too. Plus, they both begin with a G. In fact, even garbage begins with a G. A capital G." He stuck his tongue out at her, and Gold rolled her eyes.

"You're hopeless, Shani. Hopeless."

He grinned, walked up to her, and picked the magazine on the circular, glass-table in front of her. "The Pretty Witch," he read out loud. "My gosh, Green, what the heck is this magazine doing with you? It says pretty witch, not cranky -"

"SHANI!"

He grinned again. "I came to see Aunt Mayona, you know."

"You know she's not home, Shani! She's in London, and -"

"You cranky witch, you."

"Idiot."