The Game

"I'll watch it with you."

"Excuse me?" I quickly look up at her. She has a sly smile on her face.

"Yeah... I tricked you because I knew you wouldn't come over if I told you to hang out. But why wouldn't you?" I sigh and blush.

"It's kind of cheesy, but its that I just really don't want to ruin my first friendship. I'm afraid I might say something wrong and ruin something, I don't want that to happen." Lucy smiled and crouched down to me.

"So that's what your worried about. I'm gonna tell you this now, no matter what you say, I will never hate you or stop being your friend. Unless, you continuously insult me." I smiled at her.

"Thank you." She grinned and stood up. She stretched out her hand and I grabbed it. I stand up and look at her.

"What now?" She chuckles.

"Do not underestimate me. I made us food." I laugh.

"So you knew I was going to end up staying?" She nodded.

"Of course I did! Your so easy to predict?" I hum questioningly.

"How so?" She raises her eyebrows.

"Don't formal me. Your just easy to predict, unlike me." I gave a fake gasp as we start to walk to the table.

"What do you mean? I bet I can predict everything about you right now." She gives a small smile as we sit at the table.

"Predict the kind of songs I listen to." I put my hand on my chin while the other hand goes for the utensils.

"One Direction, 5SOS, Little Mix, etc." She laughs and throws her head back. While she does that, I sit there and blink at her.

"What?" She looks back and shakes her head.

"Those bands? Really? Like I don't mind One Direction, but 5SOS? Little Mix? No way in hell." I tilt my head at her.

"Then what kind of bands do you like?" She smirks and lifts up her fork. The fork dangles from her fingertips as she rests the back of her hand on her chin.

"I like The Fray, Fall Out Boy, Third Eye Blind, Bring Me The Horizon, Motionless In White, My Chemical Romance, and many, many more." I shove my fork into the potatoes she made and bit into one.

"What kind of music do you like?" She asks. I gulp down the potato and set the fork down.

"Classical." She sighs.

"Why am I not surprised?" I roll my eyes and stick my tongue out at her.

"Because, your classic." She laughs.