This Is Me

Apparently I'm On the Winning Side

I wake up, smiling at the thought of the fight. Okay, so let's be honest here, I didn't wake up smiling. I woke up groggy, but then after about 5 minutes, I remember the fight, and then I smile. But let's just say I woke up smiling.

I wake up hungry, unfortunately, so now I have to go eat. Let me rephrase that. Now I get to go eat. Mm, foooooood. I roll out of bed, and land on the floor. Dang it. I slowly crawl back into bed, and roll backwards, so I land on my feet. I don't have to make as much effort to stand up that way, so what the heck?

The door's open. Huh. As I make my way out of my room, I am blinded by the hall lights.
"GAHHHHHH!!!!" I scream. I fall on the floor, clasping my hands over my eyes. I think I hear some snickers, but no one's here except my mom.

At least, that's what I think. I roll over onto my stomach, and slowly take my hands from my eyes, only to scream again. Luke and Parker are smirking at me. Then, the worst thing I think I can see right now. Luke's phone in his hand. I scowl, and stand up slowly.

"You have about three seconds to run before I kill you," I growl. The boys' eyes widen, and they run. I chase after them. They run into the kitchen, and I follow them. Mom's in here, making oatmeal.
"Hey mom," I say sweetly, the boys smirking.
"Hi Sweetie. Want some oatmeal?"
"Later, but right now, of you'll excuse me, I have have a couple of boys to destroy."

The boys take the hint, running out. I speed after them. They stop at the end of our dining table. Typical. I'm on the other side, as they move to one side, I mirror their actions. Finally I do something I've wanted to do since, like, my entire life.

I jump on the table, and run as fast as I dare, jumping onto Luke's back. I wrap my legs around his torso, and reach for his phone. After a few seconds of my arm stretching, and Parker staring at me and Luke in disbelief, I finally manage to get Luke's phone.

I run to the coat closet, and lock myself in. I ignore the boys' protests, but pause when I see the password thingy. Duh, it has to be, 5853. That's Luke's name in numbers. I type in the numbers, and sure enough, the camera shows up on the screen.

I watch the video, the whole thing, and Luke seems surprised.
"How did you know my password?!" he yells.
"The passcode has to have 4 numbers. You're name is freaking Luke!" I yell back.

It doesn't look to bad, but then I see comments on Luke's notifications. INSTAGRAM?!?!?!?!

>Haha.<
>Funny<
>Lmao<
>Ooh, Aaron's hot when she wakes up<

The last comment makes me blush. I step out of the door, still flushed. Luke snatches his phone from me.
"Why are you blushing?" he asks. That makes me blush harder. Luke sees the comment, and smirks.
"You have an admirer," he teases.

I jump onto him again, putting my arm under his neck. I'm going to choke him out. He presses his chin down, trying to escape, but I push his head up by pressing my thumb up, right under his nose. As he tries to breathe, I'm probably looking like a mentally disturbed monkey, or something.

He falls on his butt, and leans back, trying to get me off of him. Finally, he taps out! I let go, standing up, raising both arms in victory. Victory music time!!! I find my phone on the coffee table, and play,"All I Do Is Win". Luke rubs his throat, and Parker grins at me.

"Nice, Soldier Grand," he says, holding up a hand for a high-five. I jump, and slap it enthusiastically.
"How-" Luke starts.
"She boxes, you should've seen her yesterday!" Parker says. I fold my arms over my chest, leaning back in confidence.

Luke gets up, and I poke him in the gut. He exhales, forcefully. His breath is gone for a few seconds before he recovers.
"That was for posting that on Instagram," I inform him. I poke him again.
"What was that one for?" he asks.
"Fun." He groans, and walks into my room.