Argue *OneShot*

Argue, argue, argue. That was all they ever seemed to do, making people wonder- and sometimes even each other- how they had even come to be best friends. They were opposites, never agreed with what the other had to say, and yet, they knew no one else could understand them better than the other.

It was probably meant to be, not that it stopped them from arguing.

When their latest argument escalated into a fight, no one knew it would be such that the two would refuse to even look at each other, let alone talk. This had never happened before, and it unsettled them, making them cranky.

On the eighth day after the fight, he found her at their favourite haunt near their neighbourhood, a decrepit, abandoned building, its balcony overlooking a dirty street. She stood there leaning on the railing, chin resting on her folded arms, a faraway look in her eyes.

She looked at him, surprise evident in her eyes, when he cleared his throat. The surprise immediately vanished and left her eyes cold, something he could not bear, and so he pleaded with her, hoping the guilt on his face would convey to her how sorry he was, for he had over-reacted.

She looked at him with a blank expression, which softened soon and she slowly smiled a slightly guilty and watery smile at him.

The smile was so warm, it would have melted his heart, had he felt the need to be cold to her. It made him grin and he ran over and they hugged.

"I'm sorry!" they exclaimed together as they parted, and she ended up giggling and lightly swatting his arm as he grinned at her.

"Hey! I got something-" he said, turning and rummaging in his jeans pocket. Having found what he wanted, he blocked her view by bending at his knees. She saw his right hand moving at the railing, but couldn't discern what he was doing.

"Done!" he exclaimed enthusiastically and moved away so she could look at his handiwork.

"This is 63% romantic," she read and then frowned, "What's this?!"

"It's a statement to state that we are best friends, because had we been lovers, it would have been 100%, but we are not, so it's 63%. We don't have to be lovers to love each other, after all," he said proudly.

"...Well, why isn't it 50%, as in half-love?"

"Uhh...because I was born on the 3rd and you on the 6th of the same month...?"

"What?! That's your reason?! It could be 36% also then, what's with the 63?"

"Well, because it'd be less than 50% then, idiot. Why do you need a reason for everything anyway?!"

"You are the idiot! Why do you always have to be so random?!"

"You see that? Why do you always have to act so full of yourself?!"

"It's not my fault if you're so stupid!"

"I'm not!"

"Yes, you are!"

And so they continued doing what they did best- argue.