It's Not Over (RusAme Story)

Chapter 27- Parkour

CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN

~Russia's POV~

Tuesday morning, I resumed my usual spot on the rooftop, eating a sandwich. The memory of America's apology echoed around in my head. Was she really sorry, or just trying to trick me?

I heard the door open and looked over to find America peeking out from around it. I gave her a questioning glance when she stayed there.

"Are you going to sit down or are you just going to stand there?" I asked her impatiently, wondering why she was staring around a door at me.

She tucked a golden-blonde strand of hair behind her ear and stepped out awkwardly. "Yeah, sorry," she laughed. She strode over to the bench and set across from me, pushing her paper lunch bag aside to stare at me.

I raised my eyebrows, her expression unsettling me. "Yes?"

"Can I borrow your phone?"

I frowned, suddenly suspicious. Why did she want my phone, and what was she going to do with it? "Why?"

"So I can search up the Despicable Me movies for tonight," she responded.

Oh that. Why did I agree again? I asked myself. Knowing her, the movie was probably about some stupid crap. Wait-- did she say movies? As in plural?

"Please?" she interrupted my thoughts.

I peered back over at her to find her making puppy eyes. I sighed, deciding to give in, but only because I had promised to go with her yesterday. "Fine." I reluctantly handed her the phone and she grinned happily, her fingers tapping away.

A few seconds later, she frowned.

"What?" I asked.

"It's not in the theaters."

I shrugged, trying to act indifferent, although I was ecstatic. Last night, I had searched up the movie and it had seemed super stupid. "Well then, it looks like we're going to have to watch it another time," I lied.

America gave me a disappointed look. "Try to look more excited, would you?" she griped.

I just looked at her and held out my hand for her to give me my phone back.

She returned my look with a determined glint in her eye. "Not so fast," she joked. "We're watching this movie whether you want to or not."

"How are we going to watch it if you're grounded and we can't go to the theater?" I reasoned with her. She gave me an expectant look and I combated it with an impassive one, knowing exactly what she was suggesting. "No, we are not watching it at my house."

She sighed before pondering for a moment. After a second she snapped her fingers. "Got it!"

I watched her curiously, wondering what stupid idea was going to come out of her mouth next.

"You'll sneak in my window after our hockey practice," she crossed her arms victoriously.

I shot her an incredulous look, shocked that she'd suggest such a thing. I shouldn't be though at this point. "Are you serious? You just got caught for staying overnight at Target, and now you want me to sneak into your room to watch a movie that I don't want to watch with you?"

Just how stupid was she?

"My dad's going to be out," she insisted. "And you won't come up until I give you the signal."

"No. This is stupid. If our dads find out, they'll be pissed."

She shifted, placing her hands on her hips. "Scared?"