Before We Collide...

#5 Dinner with the P-PARKERS?!

Have you ever made popcorn before or seen someone making popcorn from scratch? The way that the corn jumps over the hot flames? Well, that was what this poor soul looked like trying to dance.

He was worse than my Uncle Joey on a Friday at Karaoke night....

I shuddered at the thought. I ended up laughing so hard, my stomach ached.

"You can stop laughing, Sunshine." He pouted while crossing his arms.

"Those moves are so bad, they put Mick Jagger to shame."

He glared daggers into my head as I laughed while holding onto the counter top to keep me steady. We were currently standing in the kitchen and Damian put his sandwich into the microwave, since it became cold after our little dance off.

"To think that the almighty troublemaker will have to live with the fact that a tiny girl like me beat him in a dancing contest, brings tears of joy to my eyes." I wiped my eyes to add the extra effect to my statement.

He didn't look happy at all. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under by now. He narrowed his eyes as he walked really slowly towards me.

"What are you doing?"

"Nothing..." He smiled slyly. I know that smile and I smell evil around the corner.

He suddenly attacked me and started tickling me while I was lying on the floor with him on top of me. "D-D-Da-Damian!"

Tears sprung to my eyes as I tried to push him off me. "Get off, you gigantic nincompoop!" He immediately stopped and frowned down at me.

"Gigantic nincompoop?"

I shrugged. "Hey, your the one crushing me. How was I supposed to think of something else."

He gasped. "How dare you, take that back and apologize." I shook my head as I smirked up at him.

"Apologize or else." He threatened. I smiled up at him as he chuckled. "Fine then, have it your way."

Those devilish hands went to work again and tears rolled down my cheeks. "Okay, okay! I'm sorry!" He smirked. "See, that wasn't so hard now was it Mrs abnormal butt."

"Would you stop with that?" I groaned, pushing him off me and trying to get up but he pushed me back down to the floor.

"Hey!"

"That's for calling me an elephant, penquin!" He yelled as he walked back upstairs with only one sandwich in hand.

After Damian dropped me off at home later on, I changed into my nightwear seeing as I'm not going anywhere. I decided to drop the subject at hand back at his house, but decided to keep digging into his life. Something about him just lures me in and I can't stop it.

You don't even know him but you went to his house? What if he was a rapist or a serial killer?

My subconscious tried to remind me. I don't know why I trust him so much. Maybe it's his sense of loyalty or the fact that he tried to protect me even though he doesn't know me?

I started with my homework and somehow along the way I closed my eyes and everything went dark.

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I suddenly sprung awake as I heard a loud crash coming from downstairs.

I slowly crept downstairs ready to attack the intruder, hairbrush in hand. I do not want to be on the front page tomorrow...

"Girl murders criminal with hairbrush in kitchen"

As I rounded the corner I sneaked through the arch like a ninja and jumped into the kitchen. "Ahhhhh!" I yelled as I held up my hairbrush, ready for some action.