Their first fight was over what to have for dinner.
“Pizza,” called John from the couch, an expression of mixed concentration and hunger on his face as he grappled with his X-Box controller, once again trying to bring Swindon Town to victory over its latest Goliath opponent, “Pizza is the dinner of winners, the fuel of champions. I mean, really…when people try to describe how great a thing is, they should actually say that it’s the best thing since sliced Pizza. OH MY GOD, OTHER JOHN GREEN TO OTHER JOHN GREEN WITH A FANTASTIC GOAL! WHAT. A. FINISHERRRR!”.
Tyler rolled his eyes as John burst into song, momentarily putting down the bowl of salad he had been posing with. Of course, he wasn’t going to eat the salad. There weren’t any stock images of women eating salad, after all.
“I’m getting Taco Bell and there’s nothing you can do to stop me,” said Tyler with an insolent grin. He watched as John paused the game and glanced at him with mingled lust and starvation, “Well… almost nothing”.