HTTYD: Like

"Why do I like him?" Ruffnut exclaimed for the fifth time, pacing back and forth in front of her friend.

Astrid sighed, taking the bait. "Who?"

"Fishlegs!" She answered. "Why do I like him? I swear I ask myself this at least ten times a day when I'm with him."

Astrid twisted a loose hair around her finger, sighing again. This wasn't the first time Ruff brought this up with her, of course. Mostly because the previous conversation's never really ended. It always happened the same way:

After repeating her all too common, "Why do I like him phrase" several times, pacing furiously on the ground below her, Ruffnut would usually ruffle her hair and walk off without another word, leaving the other blonde to do whatever she was doing before she interrupted her in the first place.

Astrid released the strand of hair she was twirling. "What do you mean?"

"It just doesn't make sense!" Ruff yelled, exasperated. "I mean, why should I like a guy who goes off-subject just to talk about some stupid old dragon legend?" She started counting things off on her hand; a finger going up each time she listed a fault. "Why should I like when he's still hungry after he eats and asks to pick off my plate? Why should I like how much of a slob he is? Or when he asks me how I'm doing just..because...?"

She blinked, pausing her rant suddenly. Her features then softened, as well as her voice. "Like how red he gets when I catch him staring at me? Or when he won't leave when I'm upset, despite everything I throw at him? O-or how nervous he gets when he realizes we're alone.." She trailed off, a small, confused smile slowly creeping onto her face, as her eyebrows knitted together. She sank onto the rock beside her friend.

"Ruff?"

"Hmm?"

Astrid smiled. "I think you just answered your own question."