Price had the week off of the military after he injured his leg.

You’re his best friend, and you’re Italian.

Both of you decided to make spaghetti tonight, and he just had to mess with you.

You watched as he picked up the spaghetti, and then snapped it. Your eyes widened as you ran over.

“No! No! No! You broke the spaghetti! Gesù Cristo, idiota!”

You shout, shoving him out of the way.

“I make the spaghetti..”

You mumbled, glaring as he chuckled.

“It’s just spaghetti, not that deep.”

He teased.