Moving into your heart

6. Awkward. Anger. Laughter.

"Edward, you son of a biscuit... I will kill you...", Katie's roar filled the entire house as she held her phone in her hand and searched for the devil who put her green headed pics in our friends group.

She found her prey who was hidden in the kitchen and ran towards him, but he fled from the other side entering the living area. They circled the entire house and paused to catch breath, Katie stood near the kitchen and Edward sat on the one seater.

"Katie... let's talk... I know that... it can be hard for you to... act civilized given that... you haven't yet... evolved from...being a monkey, but let's try talking", he struggled trying to breathe after their run.

Katie didn't find his joke funny, though. She ran to him in jet speed and strangled his neck with her hand. Edward tried to free himself but it went in vain. He tried everything and then gave her the final warning.

"Katie Baskerville, you have three seconds to let me go or you will regret it!" he managed to say.

Katie knew what was coming her way but still made no move and held him tighter. Exactly in three seconds Edward managed to get his hands round her waist somehow and started tickling her. 

She rolled on the floor unable to control herself from his master attack, which continued for few more minutes before both of them came back to their senses and put a stop to this childish act.

"Do you know how much I'm want to kill you for this, Aiden's going to tease me for the rest of my life and the others... Argh", Katie cried.

"Should have thought about it before eating the fruits".

"I was not the only one who ate it, Taylor and Lily were in this together".

"Of course I know, where do you think the drafts are now? Swimming? In pool? Oh, they are swimming in the juice, that is in the fridge", Edward said as he slowly turned towards me.

My first instinct was to run and save the papers. I could deal with that brainless creature later.

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The night Edward cooked...

He suddenly moved closer and his hand towards my waist, I held my breath contemplating what he was trying to do. When I thought he was too close for me to breathe, I pushed him away. Judging how I hot I felt, my face had become a tomato.

"What do you think you are doing?", I asked him when I was finally able breathe. 

Seriously? Was this a new stunt of his to kill me by making me breathless?

"What act were you trying to pull just now? And... And why whisper when you can speak louder? Also keep your hands to yourself or it'll take me no big effort to break them like a cucumber", 

He then backed out raising his hands in surrender. "It's not what you think, actually the counter...", he tried saying when I stopped him.

"The counter what? You have something on the counter now, a hidden secret or something. Oh, maybe the table is attached to the counter, right? This really is a new type of excuse. Wow, you sure know how to do things".

"Actually, the table really is attached to the counter. I'll open it if you move".

"What? How can the table be here?"

I moved aside and he slipped his hands below the counter. The chairs were also folded below the counter, and the damn table was folded on either side of the counter like wings that could be spread out, giving the counter the form of a table.