Scott's POV:
I walked silently into the kitchen and saw my best friend standing in front of the fridge. I walked up to him and put my arm around him, scaring him. He jumped around with a mad look on his face. "You idiot, you scared me so much." He said. I just smiled and kissed his head. "What are you doing in the kitchen?" I asked him. He rolled his eyes and said "Looking for food, what else would I be doing in here?" He sassily answered.
I just hummed in response, used to his sassiness. It was just one of the many things I loved about him. I looked at our position and decided that I wanted to have a little fun with him. I pulled him flush against my chest and wrapped my other arm around him so he couldn't escape.
Then I quickly dragged my fingers against his sides, hearing his melodic and beautiful laughter float through the air. "STOP IT, STOP IT I HATE YOU" he screamed while laughing.
"Oh, you hate me do you?" I asked. "Well, in that case..." I just tickled him even harder. "Ok, Ok I don't hate you. Now can you please let me go?" He gasped. I thought about it for a second and told him "I'll let you go."
"Thank you" he said, struggling to get out of my grasp. "Scott I thought you said I can go." He struggled even more, making it difficult for me to keep a hold of him.
I just smirked at him. "I'll let you go IF you give me a kiss." I told him. He tried to struggle free, but gave up when he realized that it was futile. He sighed and reached up and kissed my cheek. I smiled and let him free and he slapped my chest.
"I'm so mad at you. You know I hate being tickled." He said, while turning his back to me. I kissed his head in apology. "Still mad at you" he said in a sing song voice. I turned him around to face me, and left a kiss on his forehead, and said "I'm sorry." Then I kissed his cheek and said "I'm sorry". A kiss and a sorry on his other cheek.
By this point he was trying not to smile, but gave up being mad eventually. "Do you know how hard it is to stay mad at you when you do cute things like that?" He asked me.
"Why do you think I do things like that? Can't have my favorite person in the whole wide world mad at me." I told him.
His face softened and he said "I love you, Scotty." I grinned and told him that I loved him too. I tried to kiss his head, but he dodged me and told me "Nuh uh, no kisses for you." I pouted at him, until he sighed. "Fine, you get kisses. But if you tickle me one more time, no more kisses for you until tomorrow." He scolded me. I shook my head eagerly and kissed the top of his head. He smiled then slapped my butt. "Now, go get ready we have to work." He orders me.
