He sits close to me. Rick isn't here, but Tyler's still trying to protect me. We watch the TV. Or I, at least, stare at it blankly pondering everything.
A knock sounds through the room. I turn and look back at the door. Tyler gets up and walks to it. "What are you doing?" I ask when his hand is on the door handle. Even I'm terrified that Rick made that noise.
"A couple of my friends," Tyler says. He opens the door and I watch as two guys around our age enter. One of them is hardly taller than me with brown hair and beautiful green eyes. The other is just a bit taller than him, and just a bit shorter than Tyler. He has black hair and brown eyes. "Andrew, this is Ethan," Tyler points to the brown haired boy, "and this is Mark." He points to the black haired one.
"Sup?" Mark waves awkwardly. Ethan stares at me. They know about Rick, but they aren't saying anything because Tyler told them not too. I contemplate his friends and then look over at him.
"I know," he says. I nod and watch them.
"Are we gonna be playing video games or what?" My ears perk up and suddenly I'm all ears when Mark says it.
"Video games?" I ask.
"Well, yeah." Mark shrugs.
"Can I play?" I ask.
"No," Mark rolls his eyes.
"Why not?" I ask.
"Because you're a girl." Mark points to my boobs.
"Your point is?" I cross my arms and look at him.
"Girls don't play video games," Mark says.
"Black Ops 2, 1v1. Bring it, bitch." I raise my eyebrow to challenge him.
"Well take a seat." Mark motions to the couch.
"No. You play the PS3 in here, I'll play the one in my room. We'll connect online."
"What's the pound of separating?"
"Because I know then you'll be screwed over. You're a screen cheater."
"I am not a screen cheater!"
"Okay, if you can find me and kill me you'll be dubbed the title of the non-screen cheater and I won't play games with you guys. But if I find you and kill you, I get to play games with y'all. Whoever has 15 kills by the end of the game wins," I hold my hand out. Mark takes it. We quickly get into assumed positions, me on my bed and him on the couch. We turn on the PlayStations and connect to the game.
Tyler walks in while the game is counting to start. "I've got fifty on you," he says, "don't fuck it up."
"You guys bet on me?" The round starts.
"I did. Ethan bet on Mark." I nod and start working my way through the map while Tyler sits behind me.
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We're tied on kills. "Come on, Andrew. Get that last kill!" Tyler's next to me, watching me. I feel so safe around him.
Out of nowhere, Mark appears on the screen. We both shoot at each other, but I don't die. Tyler laughs as Mark's body falls aimlessly to the floor in the game. "I did it!"
"Agh you bitch!" We hear Mark yell.
"You did it!" Tyler and I look at each other and waves of excitement bounce between us. I squeal when Tyler wraps a massive arm around me and takes me down. I land flat on my back and he starts to tickle me.
"No!" I yell into the laughter that I'm sure Mark and Ethan can hear. I grab the shoulders of Tyler's shirt and push him away. He stammers back and stands at the end of the bed. He looms over me with a look I can't explain. His smile is deep and his face is red. His hair and shirt look like they've been tugged at in extreme lengths.
I don't realize how long I've been staring at him until he's on top of me. His legs are on either side of my waist and his hands are on either side of my head to balance himself. His prominent nose brushes against my small one. As if he's asking for permission. I don't care if he is my step brother, I don't hold back. I wait for him to do it, and he does. His lips feel so perfect against mine. It feels so wrong but it feels so right.
His hands glide down the bed and wrap his long fingers around my hips. He pulls my hips up and I feel it in me. I wrap my arms around his neck gently and he lays on top of me.
The sudden sound of Mark clearing his throat makes our eyes open wide and our bodies literally freeze. Tyler turns his body and we both can see Mark and Ethan standing in the doorway. Ethan looks shocked, but Mark's just got his arms crossed over his chest.
Tyler pushes off of me, standing up, and looks at Mark. "You guys can't say anything, please," Tyler pleas.
"We aren't, dude. I'm just pissed she's good at games." Mark adverts his eyes to me.
"Um, sorry?" I shrug.
"Well at least now you can play with us and show all those assholes online what you're made of." Mark smirks.
"Oh hell yeah!" Tyler raises his hands in the air. They file out of my room. Ethan's the last one out, and I'm in front of him.
"So are we just not going to talk about what just happened?" Ethan asks.
I turn my head over my shoulder at him. "Nope."
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Word Count: 929
I think from now on I'm gonna just do a word count because it just feels right.
So yeah, that was insane. 😂😂😂😂 So yeah, if you saw the chapter title and you were like "Bitch you fucking CRAZY I game and Imma girl!" Like you may game and you're a girl. But the chapter title is just to quote what it's kinda about or whatever.
So you have any questions feel free to ask. I should have answers. Ask whatever you want.
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