Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me. I wish they did, but sadly they do not.

A/N: This is the first in a series of oneshots I plan to write. It's taken from Angela's (or really my own) POV. Please R&R!



I find myself smiling as I watch them bicker about some meaningless point or another. I wonder if they even remember what they're fighting about. He knows how to push her buttons and she knows how to drive him nuts. Yet, as heated as their arguments get at times, they are always careful not to do any lasting damage. It always amazes me how they manage to pick fights with each other and end up closer. It's like some kind of emotional foreplay.

As their voices get louder (they are practically yelling now), I notice other people looking at them curiously. They are oblivious, completely absorbed in each other. She pokes him in the chest, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. Both are clearly irritated.

And then, suddenly, he grabs her arm and she playfully slaps him away. He grins at her and she can't resist. A slow smile dawns on her face. He throws an arm casually around her shoulders and they walk off together. And I just watch them go, envious.