"Please plant me a green bush to show how much I mean to you," she whispered into my ear.
I laughed. "What?"
"Get some fresh soil and then plant a little bush and we'll watch it grow together."
I smiled at the thought. "That sounds like a great idea. What kind of bush should we get?"
"How about a marijuana bush?"
"What? No way!"
She looked hurt. "Why not?"
"No, absolutely not!" I snapped. "I'm not some drug head!"
"What- are you saying I am?" She asked, pointing her thumb at her chest.
"Well- I don't know! Are you? Why would you wanna grow a marijuana bush?"
"Maybe because they look cool?! And I thought that we could make a little money by selling the pot that we grow!"
"You want us to become a couple of DRUG DEALERS? Have you lost your mind?"
She ripped off the blanket that we'd been cuddling under and stormed out of the room.
"Where are you going?" I shout after her.
"To find myself a more supportive boyfriend!"