Chapter 24---Final Touches

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 Carson's P.O.V.

"AAAAH!" Mia suddenly screams and I laugh. She starts to roll over on her bedroom floor. I can't stop laughing. This is hilarious.

She starts to giggle and still she is rolling over. "I can't handle it anymore, Carson! Save me!" she raised her right hand and waves it like she was drowning.

"No can do, Mia!" I really can't stop laughing. She looks ridiculous. Ridiculous in a cute way.

"But I'm drowning! You have to save me!" she said and rolls over to another part of her room. How long will she keep this up?

"No, you're not."

She stopped for a while and laid down on her stomach. She grunted. "You are such a kill joy! You know that, right?" she pouted her lips and she looked like a baby.

I rolled my eyes. "Okay! What do you want me to do?"

When I said that, her eyes gleamed and she grinned. "Yay! Okay, first I drown, then you try to save me and you give me a CPR. Get it?"

Hm. I like where this is going. I nodded my head and she clapped. She gave me a wink before rolling over again.

"Save me, Carson!" she screamed again with her hand waving.

I smirked. "I'm gonna let you drown a bit and then save you."

She gave me a death glare and pulled out her IPod.

"Are you tweeting that you are rolling on the floor?"

"No." she said tapping on her IPod and still rolling. How can she do this anyway?

"Then what are you doing?"

"Tweeting."

I chuckled.

"That you're a big chicken and such a kill joy."

I laughed. "Okay, Mia! If you give me your IPod, I'll give you one heck of a CPR later." I wasn't afraid of her tweet. I was afraid that she might hurt herself by just doing that.

She quickly threw me her IPod and I laid it beside me on the bed.

She starts rolling again and I played along. I also rolled a bit and wrapped my arms around her stomach. I pulled her close and she giggled. I sat up carried her to her bed and threw her on top, making her giggle more.

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