✎ 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐄

-ARE YOU NUTS?

Soon, the day had ended and I was eager to go to my dorm and take a peaceful nap as I would usually do. Somehow, Malcolm always ends up messing everything up.

His music blasted through the speakers, his hectic voice screaming the lyrics to some Taylor Swift song. Yes, I loved her with everything. I would be happily singing with him if it wasn't for what he did all those years ago. All the lies, too.

I wanted to sleep. Seeing him was tiring.

"C'mon, Missy Morg! I thought you loved her!" I put my face in my pillow, grabbing the sides and putting them over my ears with a loud groan. He suddenly got louder. I let out a strangled whine, lifting my head. He turned the mic towards me as I got ready to throw the pillow. I looked at it and threw the pillow at his face.

He laughed. "Someone's grumpy." I shrugged. I couldn't bear his existence, still, I had to go along with my plan. He wanted to play with my feelings, so I was gonna do the same thing.

Isn't that why he's back? To ruin me again? Tricks on you, it's payback time.

"Sorry." I chuckled, putting a piece of hair behind my ear and getting up, not forgetting to grab another pillow. I grabbed the one off the floor and extended my arm with the new pillow towards him, smirking.

"Pillow fight?" He grinned. "Pillow fight." I confirmed, copying his silly grin. He started to count down from five and I quickly turned up the speakers.

I hit him in the side with the pillow, but he didn't have mercy and went straight for the face. I giggled, smiling at the boy. I missed this. I would've enjoyed this more if I knew he wasn't playing with me.

"Oh, deary me!" he said sarcastically when I attempted to hit him in the face. "It's not funny! You're just too tall!" He bent down. "Better?" I smirked, smacking him hard. "I- Okay." He chuckled, accepting what just happened. I giggled. He picked me up and placed me over his shoulder.

I let out a joyful scream, kicking my feet on his chest to let me go. I saw him walking somewhere that seemed to be closer to my bed and before I knew it, I was being slammed down on a soft surface. I squealed, putting my pillow in front of me when I felt a pillow being hammered on me.

"Stop! Stop!" I giggled. "Have mercy!" I laughed loudly, out of breath. "What if I just..." he put his fingers above my stomach. I looked up at him with wide eyes, shaking my head frantically. "No, no, no, no-!" he did it anyway, and I felt my body hunched over, trying to stop him from tickling me.

I let out a series of fits of laugher, kicking my feet and slapping his hands. It was like he was made out of metal because he did not move once. My breath was escaping me quickly, though I kept fighting.

Hearing his soft chuckles, I finally managed to get up. Standing up on the bed, I was barely even taller than him, yet I was. He looked at me, a smile on his face with a puzzled expression.

In a fast motion, I grabbed his shoulder and used all my strength to pull him down on the bed. He fell, and I straddled him.

"I'm not ticklish." He laughed. "Sure?" I asked carefully, remembering his tickle spot from when we were younger.

"Yes." I went behind his ear, moving my fingers slowly. He let out a short laugh. Then, I went just below his hip and started tickling him. He laughed, squirming under me. If he wanted to, we would be flipped over and I would be where he was again.

I tightened my thighs around him, keeping him there. Tears pricked at the corner of his eyes, daring to come out.

"Mercy!" He yelled through laughs. "Never!!" I giggled, continuing the torture.