John and I were in the living room on the tiny couch when I noticed a glass box in the corner. "John?" I asked.

"Yes?" He sounded really guilty.

"Why is there a turtle in the corner of our living room?" I said.

"Alex please let me keep him please!" He begged.

"Why is there a turtle?" I said again.

"He's so cute!" He said kneeling in front of the case. "His name is Princess." He said poking the glass.

"Why." I said again, unable to say anything else.

"Don't you like him?" John said sadly.

"John."

"Yes."

"Turtle."

"You're like sixty percent of my impulse control." He said quickly.

I just sighed in response.

"So," he made an effort to drag out the vowel as long as possible.

He started to run out of breath and I could see it in his entire body. "Fine you can keep Princess." I said quickly.

"Oh thank God," he said taking a breath. "I love you."

I rolled my eyes. "I love you too."

"I was talking to Princess." He said quietly.

"Oh,"

"I'm kidding you walnut." He said pulling me into a hug.