Illegally yours

Chapter 4» stupid,milk,cereal,him

"hey princessa pass me the remote" he throws a pillow at me. I groan in frustration. This is like the hundreadth time he's asking me for the remote.

" shut it dousheface. I'm not handing you the remote. And if you don't shut that whole on your face I'm gonna do it for you" I send him a death glare.

"oooh now now...don't get naughty pumpkin " he winks which literally sends shivers down my spine. Shivers of disgust. I roll my eyes and sigh.

"oh god save me"

"I don't think he can hear you. That or he just doesn't care." I ignore him and stare at the television. I was watching American idol. The only show that currently interested me. I thought it was best to stop with the horror movie since he was here. He pretty much spoiled the vibe for me.

I still didn't get my explanation. After he obediently cleaned everything up which I didn't really expect, we sat down to watch some television. We finished eating up all the popcorn and now he was annoying me with everything possible.

I switch off the TV and turn around on the couch so now I'm facing him. He has his hand resting under his head and he looks like he is almost about to drift off.

I take my phone and lean towards his ears. I choose the perfect song to awake him and keep full volume. One smirk and I hit play.

" MY ANACONDA DON'T, MY ANACONDA DON'T, MY ANACONDA DON'T WANT NONE UNLESS YOU GOT BUNS HON!"

He flys off of the couch like a pigeon and lands on the floor, taking me along with him. And even before he puts his head around what just happened, I'm already rolling on the floor laughing my ass off. Oh god that was hilarious! I soo want to get that on camera. The look on his face, priceless! I'd give a hundred dollars to see that look again.

Ha! That's for annoying me sucker!

I stare at his face which has turned red with anger. He looks like a tomato.

Yay I got a nick name for him!

"you didn't just do that!" he says through gritted teeth.

"oh yes I did just do that Mr. Tomatoface!" I laugh even harder clenching my stomach. I think I'm about to die. What is wronge with me? He broke into my house, didn't give me a rational explanation on why he did it, spoiled my movie night, made me share my popcorn! and now here I am laughing my freakin ass off at how red his face looks.

Thank you life!

"tomatoface?" he raises his brow.

"your face reminds me of a tomato" I use the same dialog he used on me and smile cheekily at him.

"no, my face is too hot to be compared to a tomato."

"modest much?" I smirk.

"just stating the facts" he raises his hands in the air. I straighten up and sit facing him. He has his head resting against his palm. His muscles flex under his black tee shirt. I had to blink back the way he looked right now.

" so are you gonna tell me why you're here? "

"cant you just let it go and skip to the part where you say....oh I'm so kind that I'm gonna let your sexy self stay here for as long as you want" he says in a highly exaggerated girly voice. I stare at him for a minute.

That is either the weirdest thing I've ever seen or the most hilarious thing on the planet!

"what?" he says bluntly and I burst into laughter. Oh god. Trust me when I say this but I think I'm about to have a heart seizure out of laughter. That's how hard I'm laughing right now.