Making an Effort

                                    

                                          
The days rolled by, and Seventeen tried everything he possibly could to get Jean to forgive him. All he could was give her harsh criticism hoping for a response.But all he would recieve was the could shoulder, and a mean hair whip, before she returned into her room. What could he possibly do to get the young girl's forgiveness. Apologizing surely wasn't on the list. Why would he apologize to a weak human, such as Jean. Hell, maybe he would find out , if he actually had the slightest clue what he had done that was so wrong. Reviewing the events of that day, the android drew a blank. Then, he came across a solution. It appeared so obvious to him, he couldn't believe he didn't figure this out sooner. 
                          
"It's her time of the month." He popped up from his bed. "Yes, I remember Eighteen would always get this problem, every month...She was total bitch. I'll just confide into Jean, that I understand her predicament, and she'll be talking to me in no time." He shuffled off his bed, and slowly picked out the door to see if Jean was in her favorite spot. The kitchen. She rarely ate, but Android 17 calculated that she cooks to relieve her stress. Which was a positive alternative then going on a rampage. 
                          
Jean seemed in a better mood than usual, as she whipped the egg whites into a large bowl. Maybe, she will be abit more open to what I have to say, Android 17 thought. He walked over to the red haired beauty, with his arm folded across his chest. "Jean." he nodded. Which was answered by a glare. "I just want to talk to you about the other day. You know, when I was snooping in your room. " This perked Jean's interest. "I forgive you." The pot, which was originally in Jean's hands, broke apart when it came in contact with the floor. "What?! You forgive me?! I should be forgiving you! You were the one who insulted me!" Jean screeched. This caused a sly smirk on Android 17's face. "Well, you were the one who rudely ignored me for days." 
                          
Jean gripped her hair, and gave it a hard tug. "You're impossible." But strangely a small smile danced across Jean's face. Much to her dismay. 
                          
Seventeen gave his infamous smirk. He had been brewing a plan, for about two days. Living here won't be much fun, if him and Jean are always at odds. He did enjoy picking on Jean, but not if she would stop speaking to him . So he decided he had to make amends. 
                          
"You're wearing the clothes I got you ?" Jean asked, studying the android's attire. As a peace offering, 17 decided to wear the stylish clothes Jean had chosen. They weren't half bad he had to admit, and they flattered his olive skin tone. 
He nodded, "Look, us being roommates won't be any fun if we're always fighting. So, let's agree to make amends." He extended his hand for her to shake it. "Let's be , uhh..." Android 17 searched his mind for a word to describe their relationship. "Acquaintances." Jean finished, now extended her hand. When Android 17 almost made contact to seal the deal, Jean quickly drew her hand back. "If we're going to be acquaintances, let alone roommates, some rules will have to be made." 
                          
"Rules?" Android 17 asked flatly.
"Yes. Like help with the chores, and-"
"Chores?" 
"Yes, Seventeen! Do the dishes,vacuum, and help with dinner. I'll do the rest." Jean finished with a sweet smile. "You do know I can kill you, right?" Seventeen asked with disgust. "Yeah, but then you'll be all alone. With no one to talk to you." Jean said smugly, which made 17 jerk with shock. She found out his secret. He hated being alone. He was so use to his twin always being there, and keeping him company. Little did he know, that he and Jean had something in common. 
                          
"Fine, whatever." Seventeen mumbled. 
                          
"Good, now go wash your hands, and help me prepare this meal." Jean said as she rolled up her sleeve, and tied her hair back. Seventeen sighed, and he too rolled his sleeves up, and approached the sink. 
"Hey, Seventeen. I'll need money for the rent. So..you'll have to get a job." Jean confessed. "A what?" Seventeen exclaimed. "Come on, it'll be fine." Seventeen huffed, and proceeded to wash his hands. 
"Oh, Seventeen?" Jean spoke shyly. "What?" The Android 17 snapped . Jean strolled over to him, and when she approached she got on her tiptoes, and placed a sweet kiss on the cyborg's cheek. Which caused 17's eyes to double in size. "Thanks for the effort."