Scrawl

Game (story 16)

Ok so I was listening to the song Two Player Game from Be More Chill (a musical you should totally listen to, by the way) when i came up with this. I only had, like, 20 minutes or so to write it, so sorry if its a bit messy

"Left, dude, left!"
"Got it. Watch your back!"  Bright, midsummer sunlight drifted through the windows as the two ginger-haired twins sat on their living room floor,
controllers in hand as they played the game they had been playing for hours. Alicia leaned sharply to the right as her her brother quickly leaned forward, both fully invested.  "Allie, right!"
"Got-left! Left, ollie left!"
"Wha-"
"Gah-"
"Shit-" words popped up across the screen as the previous screen vanished.
"Fuck!" Alicia half threw the controller on the ground, flopping back onto the floor. Oliver simply stared at the screen for a moment.
"We suck at this game." He flopped down next to her
"Yeah, no duh."
"Think we should give it another go?" She stared at her celling.
"Hmm...nah."
"Aw, what? Why not?"
"Cause." She waved her hand above her head. "The thingy is over there, and im over here."
"What, the controller?"
"Yeah." He lifted his head slightly, catching sight of the controller resting just in front of her toes. He rolled his eyes.
"Your so lazy, Alicia." She stuck out her tongue at him. He grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it at her. She sat up quickly and suddenly, mock offense written on her face.
"Gah! I cant believe this" she cried over-dramatically, "Betrayed! And by my own brother, no less! My twin! My other half! My right hand man! My player two!" Oliver rolled his eyes, grinning as his gaze was drawn to the couch as his sister continued.
"How horrible! How painful! How agonizing! How awful! Oh, how-" a pillow collided with her face, cutting off her overzealous speech. She looked at her brother, who was grinning slightly. She readjusted her glasses.
"Double betrayal, huh?" He threw another pillow, his smile wider then before.
"Yeah, what you gonna do?" She grinned slyly, chuckling slightly.
"Well then, if its a fight you want..." she grabbed a nearby pillow and threw it.
"Then its a fight you'll get."
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Hours later, Morrow poked her head through the front door, having been draw in by the shouts coming from inside the house not long ago. She wandered deeper into her friends' home, violet eyes flickering with curiosity, which was quickly replaced by confusion as she entered the living room. Laying before her was what could only have been the result of a hurricane of some kind. The couch lay on its side, with the coffee table pushed up against the wall.  What must have been every pillow and plush thing in the house were strewn about all over the room, and in the center of it all lay the two forces of destruction themselves, the half-asleep twins chuckling quietly as they lay on their backs side-by-side atop a small pile of soft things. She remained for only a moment longer, shaking her head with a smile as she turned and left. Neither twin noticed her enter or exit as they both drifted happily off to sleep.

Thanks for reading!