"Oh, how wonderful," I remark sarcastically as the puddle water seeps through the hole at the bottom of my shoe. "I adore having an entire lake in my fucking shoes!" Anna giggles, amused at my misfortune as she blissfully splashes in every puddle that meets her reach. She glances at me under the soggy hood of her sweater with the same cheeky grin she's worn since 6 years ago in the ninth grade. "He has risen! He walks on water once again!" She exclaims publicly, almost as if trying to draw attention to herself.
My cheeks turn pink as I kick a puddle of water in her direction to distract her from humiliating me. "Awe, don't be so grim, Grim." She continues mockingly. I tilt my head back as the rain pulses against my face and let out a comically dramatic laugh. "HAHAHA...never gets old Anna." She grins at me in satisfaction of getting on my nerves. We hurry down the road and stampede through the front door of my house. Anna and I rush upstairs, shoving each other playfully in battle of room in the staircase. We sprint into my room and shut the door behind us, shivering and giggling in reflex of our cold, humorous march home.
We peel out of our soaked school clothes and toss them at the wall as they splat against painted surface before falling into the clothes basket. She and I rummage through my drawers and argue about who gets to wear which band shirt and settle on onesie pajamas in order to keep the peace. Anna grabs two blankets off of my bed and we both walk calmly down stairs.
Anna sits on the far end of the couch and I slouch into the corner of the cushions as we flip through endless channels, finally agreeing to watch Adventure Time. "Hey Grim..." Anna leans back and lays her damp head on my thigh. "If I make us hot chocolate, will you braid my hair so it doesn't look like I stuck scissors in a toaster?" I contemplate on my options. Is it worth it?
She stares up at me with her eyes widened and her bottom lip poutingly sticking out. "I guess." I sigh theatrically. She zooms into the kitchen so quickly, she nearly slid into the corner of the wall. I smile at her enthusiasm and shake my head, jokingly doubting her survival without me. "I heard that!" She hollers at me through the other side of the wall.
I lean forward to the coffee table which lies parallel to the couch im lounging on. The sounds of a spoon swirling and clinking the inside of a glass mug drift over the already high volume of the television. My hands explore the miscellaneous bowl on the table for a rubber band for Anna's thick, stubborn hair. I hear the direction of her pacing shift as the damp heels of her feet swivel, making a cringe-worthy squeaking sound.
I twist my torso to face the direction of the kitchen doorway as the noise of the slapping of her feet on the hardwood floors increases. The mugs come into frame first. I loop the rubber band around my thumb and stretch it with my other hand, drawing it back with great tension. Finally, the rest of her being becomes vulnerable and visible. A devilish grin overcomes my once innocent, friendly face and I lowly grumble, "Long live the king."
I release my grip on the rubber band as she simultaneously turns towards me. Her face shows no sign of knowledge of what lies in her near future. The clothed elastic zips through the air and snaps her in the neck, just above the collar bone. She twitches, then pauses, trying desperately to steady the scolding liquid inside of the white, ceramic cups. Her head stays fixed in the forward direction, however, her eyes tick to meet my deceptively puzzled face. I pretend as though she is assuming the attack came from elsewhere as I turn my head to imagine the visuals of an alternate attacker.
"What the shit was that?" I play as unconvincing as one can, "Came out of damn near nowhere." Anna narrows her eyes at me and a growl grows from deep in her throat, which is now accessorized with a neon red, partial ribbon of skin. The mark is increasing in saturation, almost as if it is attempting to camouflage with her exaggerated shade of semi-permanent hair. She continues her decreasingly excited stride towards the dry, black, leather couch and sets the newly messy cups down on the rust colored wooden table, making her less than gentle handling more than noticeable and obvious.
I smirk and borrow my cup from the table at the first given chance and immediately slurp an entire mouthful. Anna raises her eyebrows and speaks lovingly "At least now it wont be considered a waste of poison." I choke on the sweet, sticky beverage and cough as i separate the rim of the cup from my lips, mistakenly letting a percentage drip down my chest and onesie. I try to play it off "Just how I like it babe." I grin, making my unknowingly stained teeth visible.
"Let me get that for you." Anna offers devilishly. My eyes widen and I inhale as I watch Anna sink to her knees on the floor in front of me, her hips grazing the inside of my thighs. She grips my wrists, one in each hand, and forcefully pins both beside my shoulders. She pulls her bright, red, tussled hair to one side, draping it over her left shoulder as it drips chilled water on my right collar bone. My chest rises and falls rapidly as Anna pushes the onesie zipper at the top of my chest between her teeth and slowly starts to drag it down.
I squirm, but to no avail. Her grip on my wrists tightens as she pushes them harder into the rough leather. I unconvincingly whisper once between breaths "St... stop.." It only makes her smile widen. The zipper stops a few inches from my bellybutton as her warm breath slithers down to the waistband of my black, lace panties. She forces her tongue out of her mouth and onto my damp, trembling, porcelain skin. I arch my back inward, unconsciously pushing closer to her as I desperately try to wiggle free.
Her tongue flattens, widening out as it follows the sticky, cocoa path up my chest, catching every single stream in its way. She follows all the way up my neck, which was already bare and clean. I feel her release her grip on one of my wrists, followed by her gripping both in one hand and forces then over my head. Her free hand thrusts against my neck, gripping both sides, one side with her thumb and the other with her fingers, her palm pushing on the front. My veins throb under her grip as she cuts off the circulation, making my head spin in a high-like trance. I hear a faint giggle as she directs her lips to the bend of my neck and whispers, almost imitating Chucky, "Hi, I'm karma." I feel her teeth grip, pull, and scrape my skin as she bites into my neck.
"Don't stop." I beg. She suddenly releases every restraint she had on me and sits beside me, picking up her cup and sipping noisily as if nothing happened. "Well what the hell, dude??" I exclaim as she reaches over without looking and slides the zipper of my onesie back up, ending with a reassuring pat on my head. "Now we match." She teases, hinting at the mark the band left on her neck. She enjoyed having this circumstantial power over me. She knew every tick I had and enjoyed using them to control and play with me. It gave her satisfaction.
