Disclaimer: I own nothing; everything belongs to Sir ALW, and Gaston Leroux. I'm just having abit of fun. )

Summary: Do you know how hard it is to write a drabble? Pre-movie stuff. A mainly dialogue scene between young Erik and teenage Antoinette Giry.

Bigger isn't always better.

"Help me!"

Seventeen year old Antoinette Giry sighed.

"Not helping you, Erik! You got yourself into this, so get yourself out of it!"

"But Ann!"

"No buts, Erik! I warned you!"

Erik frowned, his arms getting wearier.

"I need your help!"

He whined a little.

It didn't work.

He tried a pout.

No success.

"Antoinette, I order you to help me!"

She giggled.

"You're so cute when you try order me around."

Erik sighed and gave up on her. He looked at the giant Swan bed he was trying to pull.

"I knew I should have ordered the smaller size."

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A/N: Please review! I loved writing this… Have you ever tried writing a drabble! Using only 100 words is hard!