I woke up the next morning and stared at the ceiling.
I went downstairs and saw a note on the island in the kitchen.
Gone grocery shopping, be back soon.Tyler is going to come over to baby-sit you. Love you! ~Mom&Dad
What the heck?! I don't need a baby-sitter!
I went back up to my room to stand on the balcony in my pj's. My pajamas consisted of some long Batman sleeping pants and a white tank top. He came out lazily in pretty much the same attire. Except he was wearing slippers whereas I was not. I scowled at him.
"What's wrong Grumpypants?" he teased.
"I don't need a babysitter; I don't want to be baby-sat." I quipped sourly.
"I know that." He started to make his way over to my balcony.
"You're not getting on my balcony so don't even try let alone bother."
"I go where I please."
I held up my hands in the basketball defense position. I was never really good at basketball, volleyball was my sport. He grabbed my hands and put them above my head. Then he got real close and all up in my face, giving me a beautiful view of his eyes.
"Like I said, I go where I please." He stepped away and his feet where on my balcony now. He walked into my house like he owned the place.
"Oi! You can't just intrude in my house!" I ran after him.
"Sure I can, you're not going to do anything about it." He smirked.
He was walking down the stairs to the living room. I came up behind him planning on tripping him up again, but he knew what was coming. When I hooked my toe around his ankle, he pulled his foot forcefully and twirled around, catching me before I hit the stairs. This time I was at his mercy.
"Let go of me." I threatened through gritted teeth.
"As you wish." He shrugged, dropped me on my butt, and continued to walk down the stairs.
At the bottom, he strolled over to the couch, plopped down, and began to watch tv.
"Hey!" I objected.
"Hey to you too, babe."
"Don't. Call. Me. That." I warned.
"Sure babe."
"I'm warning you..." my blood was boiling.
"Kay.......babe."
"THAT'S IT!!!!" I screamed and sprinted over to the couch. I leapt and tackled his head from behind. We both went rolling off the couch to the carpet. (Which separated the couch and tv) I pounded his chest with my fists, saying a word for each punch. "I, told, you, not, to, call, me, that!!!!!"
He shifted and rolled over so he was on top, keeping my arms above my head. I squirmed violently, wanting to continue my tantrum. I was panting with rage. He bent down and made our foreheads touch. I shook my head roughly trying to shake him off. He only put more pressure on my forehead. He closed his eyes.
"Shhh.. Shushhh shhhh......" he cooed. He began to calm me, and my breathing returned to normal. I closed my eyes as well and swallowed.
After about five minutes he opened his eyes and got off me, going back to sitting on the couch and watching tv. I sat up and stared at the furry cream colored carpet for a moment. Then I got up and walked towards the kitchen.
"Imma make breakfast." I called over my shoulder.
"Kay." I see he listened to me.
The kitchen was perpendicular to the couch and tv so I could watch. And the beige, black, and clear marble island was in view of the living room. I decided to make blueberry pancakes. I brought out a pretty plate and stacked the five six-inch pancakes. I dressed them with butter and syrup and powdered sugar for presentation. I turned around to put the dishes in the sink to be washed later, and when I turned back around, I saw that the pancakes had disappeared and Tyler's figure was retreating. He sat back on the couch and I saw he was eating MY pancakes. I strolled over with a wider-than-genuine smile and asked with a sugar-coated tone, "What are you doing?"
"Ea-ing brea-fast. Dank oo." He replied with his mouth full of pancakes.
"Those pancakes were for me. Those are my pancakes."
"Oh ok."
"May I have my pancakes back please?" The smile I wore didn't reach my eyes.
"Mmm..no."
I walked around the couch and stood in front of him. He didn't acknowledge my presence and continued watching tv. I knelt on the couch with one leg on either side of him. I put my hands on his lower chest and slid them up to his shoulders lightly, slowly. It was then that he tore his eyes from the tv to look at me. I slid my hands to his shoulder-blades and up into his hair and made him face me. I pulled him to me and made my lips hover over his. I teased him like that for a minute. When he finally got impatient and jerked his head forward to erase the space, I jerked back and grabbed my pancakes and the tv remote swiftly while fleeing off the couch. Then I sat on his lap cuz he was in my spot and changed it to Adventure Time while happily eating my breakfast.
Sitting in his lap was a bad idea. He wasn't going to rest without pay-back. He lightly caressed my arms and moved down to my hips and ran his hands along my thighs. When he touched my arms I had stopped chewing due to my puzzled-ness. He had me confused and frozen in my spot. I elbowed his ribs but it did nothing. So I hopped off his lap and put my stuff on the coffee table, dragged the table in front of the tv, and told him to move it or lose it. He just stared at me.
I sat on his side and pushed his shoulder. It did nothing. I flipped around and tried to use my back while pushing my feet on the arm-rest. It did nothing. He was immovable! I stood up and pushed his chest with frustration. Like a ninja, he grabbed my hands, twisted them around me and pulled me to him. So I was yet again sitting on his lap, yet without a way to escape. I finally relaxed and pretended to go with it. I suddenly gave him a super-duper awesome Charlie-horse and he let go.
I finally settled on sitting on the coffee table with my pancakes and Adventure Time.
