Currently, it was 6:30 P.M. And Jenna and I were having a major pillow fight.
"You....bitch....you'll.....never.....get.....the...remote!" I yelled and aimed for her head with my pillow. She groaned in frustration, and tried to hit me back with her pillow, but I blocked her hit with my pillow.
Apparently, we dumbasses, were fighting over the T.V remote. She wanted to watch 'Orange is the New Black', but I wanted to watch 'Jane the Virgin'.
"Bitch...it's...MINE!" Jenna yelled and hit me smack in the face with her pillow. I fell and landed on my butt. I also realized I was sitting on the remote. At least it wasn't a lego block!
I stood up and quickly grabbed the remote. Running a few yards away from her, I yelled, "Ha-ha! I have the remote. What are you gonna do now?" She gasped and said, "Sofia, quit it. That's not fair. You sure as hell knew that I wanted to watch OISTB!"
I scowled at her. "Well, it was your damn fault you forgot to pay your monthly bill for Netflix!"
She rolled her eyes, threw the pillow on my bed, and looked at me. "Sofia Josephine Gomes. I'm going to count to ten. If you don't give me my pillow by then, I'll tickle you to death. Literally."
I smirked at her. "Well, I'm not ticklish."
The number one rule in fighting was to never show your opponet your fear.
Jenna smiled evilly. "Oh, really?" She took a few daunting steps towards me, and I took a few steps back. Soon, I was almost outside my door. She snickered. "I knew you were lying."
I sighed. "Fine, I am. But let's play a different game that doesn't involve violence, okay? My face still hurts from when you hit me with that pillow." She giggled and I stared at her warily. "Honestly, how can you make a pillow hurt?" Jenna shrugged and winked. "Probably because I'm stronger than you."
I shook my head. "Uh, huh, huh, NO you are not."
She smirked evilly. "Wanna test it?"
I swallowed.
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"OW! JENNA THAT HURTS!" I snatched my arm back as Jenna stood up and started dancing. More like shaking her hips around. Her blonde hair was waving all over the place, and she looked really happy. Happier than I've ever seen her.
I rubbed my arm and winced. We had just finished arm wrestling each other, and guess who won?
Me. Just kidding, I wish.
It was Jenna! I was surprised. The last time we played that game, her arms were like noodles.
Now, her arms were like those huge dumbbells you see muscular guys exercising with.
What the hell happened? Did she start working out?
Jenna? Working out? In the end, I got to watch Jane the Virgin.
And, secretly, I paid for Jenna's overdue Netflix bill.
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I could say things were back to normal again, but they weren't. For some reason, Jordan was avoiding me. He would smile at me, and sometimes wink at me, but they all seemed fake. They seemed odd.
Weird....
I remembered the conversation we had in his car that day.
"Our love is strong, right?"
"Right."
"So if I moved away, or had to move away, or had to die, even, you would follow me. Right?"
