"No, I don't like water. At all. Too many bad memories." About a million bad memories leapt to mind. Insane mothers can be cruel.
He laughed. "No, thanks, I'm good as far as snacking goes." He thought for a moment, then grabbed a modest handful of popcorn. "Okay, so I lied," he said, shoving it all in his mouth at once. Everyone knows you can't eat popcorn like a regular person- you have to stuff it in your mouth like it'll run away. Once he'd swallowed his airy snack, Simon turned attention back on Sydni. "Well, I wouldn't stay at your pity party anyway," he said, putting on his best mock-offended voice. "I have to go home and throw my own, so I can obsess needlessly about my stupid teenage problems." He wasn't lying, either. He'd be up all night thinking about it.
"Thanks for being such a good friend, Sydni," he said honestly. "I hope my lame origami was enough of an appreciative gesture." He gave her another quick hug before making his way to the door. "Oh, and thanks for letting me barge in on you all the time." Smiling, he closed the door behind him, heading off into what he knew would be a rather sleepless night.