Chris and Pat's cheese dilemma

The story of Chris and Pat is a prompt to write about two characters named Chris and Pat having an argument about something that neither of them are in the right for. This pieced was revised multiple times with much care and effort. The genre revolves around being dramatic. How dramatic people can get over some of the smallest problems, such as cheese. Cheese usually has little to do with peoples lives. It's just cheese, however when you think someone has been stealing your stuff for months now, you can overreact. I wanted to show how insignificant cheese is in this problem. It's missing, yet it causes such a big problem. The underlying problem was never the cheese, it was the thought that someone could be disloyal to another even if their lives are fused together.

Chris rummaged through the fridge with rapid pace. As if something was out of place. What was missing, wondered Chris. Chris’s head popped above the fridge. “Pat where is my Camembert cheese?” Chris asked with a mild annoyance in the tone of voice. “Are you sure you didn’t eat it on one of your ‘wine nights’ with your girlfriends? I didn’t even know you had Camembert.” Pat said calmly, reading the sunday comics in the paper. Feet lay upon the horrible bright green ottoman Pat had somehow convinced Chris to buy from a garage sale and place in their small apartment.“Can you please help me find it? I’m really craving some Camembert right now and I know you like it too.” Chris said, subtly trying to get Pat to confess.

“Are you saying I ate the cheese!?” Pat exclaimed, finding it rude at all that Chris would support such an outlandish theory. “Well I have missing fruit, and i saw you make your weekly smoothie yesterday… Where did you get that fruit, huh?”. “Oh so you’re blaming me now? What about that stupid ottoman? I get a headache every time I look at it.” Chris said, with shifty eyes, looking to pass the blame back to Pat. “Well then don’t look at it!” Pat screamed, random rage pushes Pat deeper into the ottoman. Silence went on for a solid minute.

Then Chris started to aggressively use objects. Plugging the blender in, anger. Moving the toaster, anger. The echo of Chris cutting cucumbers boomed through the room until Pat couldn’t focus on the sunday comics. “Will you quit it? I get that you’re angry but it wasn’t me. Listen, how about we go to the store and i’ll buy you some more Camembert.” Chris continued cutting, as if Pat wasn’t even in the same room. Once Pat gave up talking, Chris finally spoke, “I would buy my own cheese if you would just admit it was you who ate my cheese. There’s no one else in the house, it has to be you.” Chris said, pain forming in the tone of voice. “I just want us to stay honest between each other.” Pat nodded, thinking heavily on the next words, as they could sever a relationship. “Then can you confess to taking my speaker?” “No, but you see, the Camembert was actually your fault, I didn’t steal your speaker.” said Chris, getting angry again at the accusations. “But then who could it have been? You just said no one else lives here.

I thought you wanted to be more honest. What about my weights? Or my fruit? You still didn’t answer about the smoothie.” Pat said, flustered at the conflict in front of the two. “Ok I took your fruit to get back at you for taking my milk.” “I don’t drink milk, I’m lactose intolerant.” Pat said, controlling the urge to hit Chris. “Why do you eat cheese then.” “Cheese is worth the stomach ache.” Pat called back, as they walked into their room to retrieve a list. “This is a list of all the things you have stolen from me since I moved in here six months ago. The list opened and, almost comically, rolled all the way to the floor. “What about my phone charger? Those are expensive!” exclaimed Chris, trying to forget about the long list. “You know what? I’m ready to draw a chalk line across our house if you don’t confess.” Pat said, fumbling through the creaky drawers of their apartment. “This is ridiculous, just tell me you took it” said Chris. “What! Did you steal the chalk in our house too? Where did you put it i need to divide our house hamburger style.” Pat exclaimed. Closing all the drawers, almost breaking the handles off of the antique cabinets the two bought on a budget at a thrift store. “Wait, are we being slowly robbed, because I didn’t do it, and you didn’t do it, so who took our stuff?” Pat thought out loud.

The two heard their door open, thinking it was the burglar, Chris picked up a bat. Dropping the stress of their argument, the fear gripped the two. They both slowly walked out into their dimly lit house. As they walked out, they saw their friend Sam in their fridge. “Oh, hey guys! Sorry, i ran out of food yesterday, so i decided to use your house key. I’ll pay you guys back, i swear.” The roomates looked at each other. Then back to Sam. Then back at each other With a look of disbelief, Chris carefully asked, while maintaining eye contact with Pat, “Did you eat my Camembert?” “I don’t know what that is.” Sam said, shoving the left over cake from Pat’s recent birthday onto a plate. “Hey, that white cheezy thing in the fridge was delicious can you guys buy some more at the store?” The two turned towards each other and gave each other a reassuring hug. “I knew it wasn’t you who stole my Camembert!” said Chris. Pat gave Chris a glaring side eye “Yea i guess i deep down knew you didn’t steal my phone charger.” Pat brought out the list and the two questioned Sam on their missing items. All items were accounted for and all was well.