"…Stop pouting," Mike said as he continued to half drag her as they walked in the park close to her apartment.
"…"
"…You sure like your silent treatment," he mused in an annoyed tone that matched the annoyed look on his face.
'It always works on him,' Summer mused inwardly, dragging her feet some more for the sole purpose of annoying him. She was a bit surprised when he left her hand and turned on his heels to face her.
"I'm not doing this anymore," he put both of his hands up in the air, surrendering, "You're not a child…And I'm not your father,"
She narrowed her eyes at him, unable to stay behind her decision not to communicate verbally with her older brother until he understands where he messed up, "That's funny, because of the way you threw a tantrum in front of my boyfriend and then threatened to carry me out if I don't walk on my own two feet made me feel like a five year old given a time out by her father!"
