"You bought me strawberry ice cream? Are you insane?"

"It's all they had left, and I'm sure you'll survive."

Helga rolled her eyes and shifted atop the bed.

"What's your problem, anyway?"

"My teeth are killing me and my stupid boyfriend can't even get me ice cream that won't make me break out in hives, that's my problem." Helga gritted, through clenched teeth. "Stupid Football Head…"

"You're such a brat. Here." he said, putting the ice cream carton against her jaw line.


"Quit talking."

Helga rolled her eyes and smiled. "I love you."

"Love you too. Now be quiet."

Art imitates life:

My wisdom teeth are currently killing me. Seriously. I think I'm going to die. The title came from when I got my teeth x-rayed, and i was told that they were "coming in sideways". Trust me; it's very painful. I'm actually eating ice cream right now (Haagen Dazs Fat Free Mango Sorbet, part of my inspiration for The Sound of Settling…read closely) and it's only offering temporary relief. I hate, hate, hate my stupid teeth.

But I love drabbles, and they're coming to me fairly quickly now. The 100 word thing isn't as difficult as I used to think it was. And they're great for overcoming writer's block. I'll probably be spitting out a few more.