Miss Missing You

Past

April

"Zander!! Give me back my root beer, dammit!" I yelled as I chased Zan through his house, dodging the dining room table. The boy took my sacred drink and for that he had to pay. And that's when my evil idea struck.

I ran into his room and grabbed his favorite anime memorabilia off his shelf and ran down to where he was hiding in the basement. 

"Oh Zaaannnddderrr!" I sang, hopping down the stairs.

A pair of hazel eyes, glowing bright blue right now,  peeked out from behind an old couch. His blue eyes widened in horror as I swung the Sword Art Online Kirito sword replica around a bit. I had gotten it for him in middle school for his birthday.

"Wendy, no..."

I scoffed, "You mess with my baby, I mess with yours."

He laughed a dirty laugh and gave me some suggestive eyebrows while he came out from behind the couch keeping his distance, sizing me up, "Can we compromise?"

"Depends," I replied, eyeing him suspiciously. His brown hair was tousled from hiding and his skinny figure seemed almost threatening in the streaming-in moonlight, he had finally gotten taller than me. 

"We'll watch the movie of your choice tonight!" He offered.

"You forgetting something?" I asked.

"We can share the root beer?" 

I thought it over, "Ok," I said, walking back to the stairs.

Zan ran after me and grabbed my arm, "Ahem?" gesturing to the sword.

I amused myself and played dumb, "What?" I said sweetly looking up at him. 

"The sword, please." 

"What about it?" I asked.

"The deal was root beer and movie for the sword."

"No," I sang, heading up the stairs, "you said nothing about the sword."

At that, he started running up the stairs to attack me and I ran too, both of us making quite a clatter.

I ran into the living room jumping onto the couch, holding the sword hostage under me. Not two seconds later, Zan jumped on my back attempting to grab the hostage out from under me. When that didn't work he resorted to tickling me.

I couldn't handle tickling. I would literally pee my pants. So uncool. In my desparate attempt to get away I didn't hear footsteps coming down from upstairs.

Zan's dad in front of us made us both stop cold. But he looked at us, slightly laughed a tired laugh, and turned around and went back upstairs saying, "Quiet down you two."

I turned back to face Zander and laughed.

"That was close," he said. 

"Come on Zan, it's never close with your dad. He doesn't care what we do."

He wiggled his eyebrows again and I pushed him off me hard, "You're sick!" I whisper-yelled at him.

Zander rolled his eyes, "So are you Wen." I smiled at him and relented, handing him his sword.

He grabbed the root beer and took a swig, laying back on the side of the couch, his legs stretched out next to mine. 

It was 11:00, "Ready for a movie he asked?" 

"Yep!" I said, picking up the Xbox remote and heading to God's gift; Netflix.

Zan groaned when I hit play on She's All That.

"Shouldn't have taken my root beer." I told him, yawning.

"Mhmm," he said as he cover me with a blanket and laid my head in his lap. I barely saw Freddie Prinze Jr. and Paul Walker make their bet before I started falling asleep. 

Zan pulled on one of my long, dark braids very lightly just before I was out, "Goodnight best friend," he said and kissed my forehead.

He fell asleep soon after.

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But that was before.