Six Cruel Hours of Our Life

Chapter 2

I awake with a knock at the door, I groan and get up walking sluggishly towards the door. I open the door and Locke Madin is standing there, smiling, he dark brown hair glinting in the light. I groan again and try to slam the door closed but he put his foot in the door, "OUCH!" he says with pain in his voice. I smirk at him and say smugly, "Not like in the movies, huh?" I open the door and he lightly punches my shoulder. I stand aside so he can walk in, as he walks in, he walks as close to me a possible obviously to try and make me uncomfortable. I smile in my mind, and he walks over to the couch and sits down, I walk over to him and sit on his leg with my back pressed up against his mussily chest. I wrap my arms around his neck the look off into the distance and say "I want a... pony and a bike with a bell and a-" he puts his hand over my mouth and I try to laugh but it comes out muffled as I look over at him, his cheeks-tinged red. He takes his hand away from my mouth, bad idea I think to myself, "Well look at that, Locke Madin BLUSHING" I smirk at him as his face turns a brighter red, "a mystery for the ages". He tries to push me to the side, but that doesn't really help his case, now I am siting right smack bang in the middle of him. I lean back against his chest to see how much he's blushing NOW. My smile grows even wider as I look at his face, it has gone stark with one of the deepest shades of red I have ever seen. I shift and he stifles a groan, he knows the only reason him and I can do any of these things and not be a couple is because I have known him since I was 2 years old. We used to take baths together, therefore, I get SPECIAL permissions. Just. Like. This. Then I shift again, he holds back another groan and I say, "Had enough?" He laughs deeply still trying not to groan, "Never" he says. I laugh and say "Wrong!" and shift pushing down while shifting, this time he does groan unable to keep it back. I smirk and look at his face. It may as well be purple. "Had enough NOW?" I ask, I shift a bit again to look at him in his bright green eyes, he groans again. "YEP," he grinds out "YEP," he voice breathless but also very deep, "DEFINITLY, PLEASE, STOP". I stand up and he quickly grabs a pillow before I can turn around and puts it over his groin, "That bad huh?" I ask. He laughs harshly and says, "I think so". I laugh and ask "Anyways, why did you come over?", his face is still screwed up a bit then he starts panting a bit, "I'll tell you in a minute, I need to go to the bathroom". I laugh at him and say, "I'll come to", he looks at me seriously, and I stop smiling, I punch him in the shoulder hard, "EW DUDE". He laughs and gets up with the pillow, "You can if you want" he says then speed walks over to the bathroom, once he gets in there, I don't hear the door lock. He really means it, I can if I want, boys are disgusting, ESPECIALLY this one. I hear a noise from the bathroom, and I block my ears. 3 minutes later he comes out and sighs, "Boys are disgusting," I say to him "did you even wash your hands?" He looks at me with disbelief and says, "Of course I did, I'm not disgusting, you did this to me". I laugh at him and say, "It's too tempting, your face goes redder than Mars as well, so that a plus". We both laugh and he comes and sits beside me, he hands me the pillow and says "I came here to hang, we haven't just HANGED in like years. You're always busy". I groan at him and say, "You. Woke. Me. Up. For. THIS?" He smiles at me and says, "YUP," I groan again, he continues "come on, let's have FUN". I groan AGAIN, lay back down curling into a ball. He gets up, then body slams me into the couch, "OUCH!" I yell at him. "COME ON!" he screams at me. "Fine" I say unenthusiastically at him, "YES" he yells and picks me up and twirls me around while I'm in a ball. He puts my down and says, "Okay, so, The Notebook, Sixteen Candles and IT", I pause before I say, "Have you turned on your gay mode or something?" He laughs at me then says, "No, it's just that it is only you that forces me to watch them, and I can't watch those willingly with anyone else BECAUSE, they will think I turned gay". I look at him for a long moment then say "Two conditions. One, we watch Fight Club," he nods, and I continue "AND, I can do whatever I want for the next 24 hours". We pause for ten seconds, "Fine" he say hesitantly. This is going to be SO much fun I think to myself. He smiles at me and says, "I'm on popcorn, you're on seating". I smile back at him and say, "Easy done", then he rushes off to the kitchen. I start setting up the seating folding out the couch so it's a bed spread.