Tippy Toes
Jackie ran up the stairs to the dorm room she shared with Kim, her meister. She took the door knob into her hand and turned it, thus opening the door. She walked in and dropped the groceries she had been carrying.
"I'm home!" She announced herself, once she'd taken her shoes and coat off.
"I see," Kim called to her from the couch in their small living room.
Jackie pulled all of the food out of the bags and put it all onto the counter. She then tied the bags and threw them under the sink.
She put everything away into their mini refrigerator and leaned onto the counter, sighing.
Jacqueline then walked into their living room and stood in the middle of the room. Watching Kim as she read a magazine. The name of the magazine was Meister weekly.
"Kim . . . " Jackie whispered.
"Jackie . . ." Kim whispered just as quiet.
"What'cha readin'?"
"Meister Weekly."
"Is it boring?"
"If it were, do you think I'd be reading it?"
"Good point."
"Did you get everything?" Kim asked after a moments pause.
"Yup."
"You didn't forget the eggs this time right?"
"Nope." Jaqueline smiled as she remembered last time they had attempted to make rolled omelettes together.
She had gone out to get all of the necessary items and, in the process, forgot the most important one. The eggs.
Jackie stared at Kim as she thought. A small smile decorated her face.
"Jackie, it's kinda creepy when you stare at me like that," Kim glanced up from her magazine.
"I'm allowed to look, aren't I?" Jackie blushed and raised an eyebrow.
"True," Kim smirked. Her lips curled into a smile as her eyes returned to the magazine. They were silent for a while until Jacqueline broke the silence.
"How long have we been together now?" She asked.
"A month."
"It seems longer than that . . ."
"I assure you, it isn't."
"You've been counting huh?"
"So what if I have?"
Kim turned to the last page of the magazine, staring at the back cover. Her turquoise eyes were confused as she flipped the last page back and forth.
"That's it?! I thought there'd be more!" Kim stood up and stretched her arms above her head. She walked past Jackie. The weapon couldn't but help notice how much shorter Kim was than her.
Jackie shook her head and followed, "Ki-im," Jackie said standing beside the meister, who had just finished gulping down some juice.
"Ja-ckie" Kim answered, turning to face Jacqueline and wiping her mouth with her sleeve. Jackie smiled at the witch's attitude.
Jacqueline stood up straight and looked straight above Kim's head. "How tall are you again?"
"Five feet," Kim muttered.
"Right . . ." Jackie trailed off.
"But I will outgrow you Jackie, someday."
"You wish," Jackie smirked.
"You have to give me some credit for being as tall as I am."
"Why's that?"
"Witches grow slower than humans like yourself." Kim paused. "So when I do outgrow you It'll count for more."
"If you do."
"Nope, I know I will."
Kim grabbed Jackie's wrists and held them. She then went way up onto her tippy toes, pecking Jackie on the mouth.
Jacqueline hadn't even bent down the slightest bit, she had just stood completely straight.
"You just like how I always have to go up onto my tippy toes to kiss you." Kim pouted, after she'd pulled away.
"It is nice to know I'll always be taller than someone," Jackie teased, poking Kim's shoulder.
"Not for looong" Kim dragged out the 'long' in a sing song voice.
"Oh really?"
"Just wait Jacqueline Dupre. I won't have to go up onto my tippy toes to kiss you forever." Kim smiled.
The End
