When Two Worlds Collide [boyxboy]

Ch. 18: Food, Laughs, and an Uh-Oh to Finish

*James' P.O.V.*

*2:00pm*

I wake up to a gentle snoring coming from Derek. He sounds so silly I can't help but giggle, but then he wakes up.

"Hey there, sleepyhead. Sleep well?" I ask. He smiles groggily in response, looking like he just got out of the dentist's chair.

I stroke his hair and smile back. He's so cute when he's just waking up. He has minor bedhead, but in his case it's adorable.

"So what's next on the agenda? I was hoping for something to eat while playing C.O.D. If that's chill with you..." Derek says, looking up at me with a childlike grin on his face. He gets up and puts a shirt on, then proceeds with pulling my hand and forcing me to get up with him. (Awwww, no more cuddle time. Sad face!)

After I get my shirt back on, he leads me to what looks like a former laundry room gone kitchen. There's a full size fridge and freezer, a microwave, and even a stove! Of course there are cabinets which I would guess are chock full of food, if I'm to go off what I've seen so far.

"What does your house NOT have?!?" I inquire, amazed by how much stuff he has. After all, my parents don't really go for many luxuries, only the bare necessities.

"Well, I haven't bought that new plasma screen tv I'm saving up for... We'll have to play on the ol' Samsung, but I think we'll live. At least it's still a flat screen..." Derek says casually, as if it's average to be saving up for a plasma tv when he already has all of this other stuff.

"Whatever, that'll wait for later. For now, we need MUNCHIES!!!!!!!!" Derek shouts like a little child as he barrels towards the cabinet and starts digging through a supply of food fit for a king. How does he manage to be so thin if he goes through all of this before the expiration dates?!? Geez...

He finally grabs two family size, unopened, Nacho Cheese Doritos, holding them up triumphantly like he just struck buried gold. I chuckle at his silliness.

"What? Do you want a different flavor? I've got sour cream and onion Lays, cheetos, you name it!" he says like a saleperson attempting to reel in a customer.

"Nah, I'll stick with what you want. Doritos sound yummy!" I reply. My stomach growls immediately after, and both of us find ourselves laughing so hard that we're doubled over for a minute. What can I say? I'm hungray!

"So, off to play 'shoot everyone in sight, and blow up anything you can't shoot?' or as you say, Cod?" I inquire jokingly, since that's pretty much all that ensues in multiplayer. He chuckles like he knows something I don't.

"Oh, James... You didn't pick a kind of soda to go with the chips! Go ahead, open the fridge! Choose mine, too!" he says, indicating for me to do as he instructs. I oblige, and find myself staring at two shelves of soda, ranging from Dr. Pepper to Orange Crush. Heh, "crush." heheh. I wonder if he'll get the sybolism in me choosing Orange crush for each of us...

"Oh, come on, that's not funny. Just because we like each other doesn't mean you can make jokes about it! Choose something else!" He whines half jokingly. I just smirk at him and act like I didn't hear him.

"So where's the TV? Lead the way." I say with one of those fake smiles that you're supposed to give when you act oblivious to a comment like I just did. He just groans and stomps off into the next room over.

What I see once I walk in after him nearly takes my breath away; the tv takes up a whole wall, and there are two beanie bags and about a dozen controllers for various systems strewn about the floor.

I wall over to the silver beanie bag, and another idea to try to get some cuddle time forms in my head. I sit down, but position myself so that I'm in a sitting position, then look over at Derek and pat my lap invitingly. I notice his eyes light up for a moment, but he hesitates as if he thinks I'm going to bite or something.

"Awww, come on. It's not like we didn't just wake up from a nap where I was cuddling you when we didn't have shirts on... Pleeeeeeeeeeease?" I say, begging him like a puppy. He sighs, but nonetheless, walks over and gently sits down on my lap and gets comfortable.

Now the only risk I'm running is of my friend down there having a fiesta... Oh shnap, I'd better stop thinking about it.

"Here, pass me a controller, would ya?" I say. Derek smirks and apparently decides to torment me.

"Nah, I'll just play Cod while you sit here and bask in the amazing scene that has both me being sexy and my call of duty skills kicking some serious CPU butt." he says, reclining on my stomach and grabbing only one controller for himself.

Grrrr... He's really going to do this, isn't he? That's it, it's tickle time...

On second thought...

Oh shitpoo...

Too late.

I blush a deep scarlet red as Derek turn around and raises a single eyebrow at me.

Shit.