This Is Me

The Fight

I wake up, and see Aaron sleeping next to me. WHAT?! Oh yeah, last night, I remember. It was just that she was uncomfortable on the floor. Whew.

I squirm a little, and Aaron moves her arm, hitting me in my ticklish spot. Right on my ribcage. I react instantly. Accidentally shoving her off the bed in the process. She yelps on the floor.

"Sorry..." I start.
"Parker?" she asks kindly, oh thank God she's not mad at me.
"Yeah, Aaron?"
"I HATE YOU."
"Hate's a strong word, Aaron," I point out.

She can't hate me. She supposed to love me. Bipolar much?

"I. DON'T. CARE." she growls. And then she tackles me. On the bed. Her legs are on either side of me, so now this is awkward. Way to go, Aaron.

I cough, and she puts the palms of her hands on my abdomen. Help.

Leaving her hands where they are, she rests her forehead on my chest. She lays down on me, gently. Ah, help me Lord!

I let my hands wander over her to find her hips. As I grab them, she tenses, but then relaxes. I feel her breathing, her body moving up, down, up, down. Why does she have to be so freaking gorgeous?!

She looks at me, straight in the eye. Argh, she's intimidating too. She slowly moves closer to me, until our noses are touching. Lips lingering in their spots', wondering if they should kiss the other pair.

Well, mine have made up their mind. They should kiss the other pair. Why hold back? Grabbing Aaron's thighs, I kiss her, taking her by surprise. Making a weird sound, she lifts her legs up, pushing herself off of me.

She groans, as if remembering something.
"I have the fight today," she mumbles.
"Then you better get pumped up, Soldier Grand!" I encourage her. She beams, and slides out of the bed, shaking her head to clear her negative thoughts, I guess.

"BLARGHDEDEEBLOO!!!" she screams, randomly.
"What was that?" I ask.
"I am helping myself get ready for the fight," she huffs. "Don't judge."

Laughing, I shake her shoulders, "Are you ready for this fight?!" I scream at her.
"Yes, Sergeant!" she answers.
"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" I roar.
"YES I FREAKING AM!!!"

I let go of her shoulders, "That's my girl." She laughs, and starts banging her head on my wall.
"Seriously, you need to come up with some other stuff to do to get ready," I say, looking at her like she's a maniac.

She stops banging, and glares at me.
"I said. Don't. Judge," she says, poking my chest with her finger. Well, I guess she needs to get home now.
"Alright, um, I can drive you home," I offer.

She smirks, planning something in her mind, no doubt.
"Why, I think you don't want to take me home," she accuses, raising an eyebrow. I shrug off the question.

She smirks at the fact that I didn't even trying to deny it. We make our way out of my house, and into the truck. It literally takes us like 1 minute to get house, but she needs to save her energy.

She stops out of the truck, and says,"My mom and I can drive you to the fight with us." I smile gratefully, and nod. Then I follow her into her house. Ally, her mom, tackles me with a hug. She smirks at me, and then her daughter, and then back at me.

"Okay, are we driving him to the fight? Does he wanna come?" she asks Aaron. Aaron nods, and Ally beams. It's weird how she has the same name as my sister. It'll take some time to get used to.

"I'm gonna go get changed," Aaron says, looking down at herself, and I remember too that she's still wearing my clothes, which looks ridiculous. Ally snorts, and then sits on the couch. I stare at her, not knowing what to do. She pats the space on the couch next to her, motioning for me to sit.