Opposites Attract? ....MY SNOW WHITE ASS!

Chapter Two: The plan that made me choke on Cheetos

"Hell yes!"

The words 'SEAN WINS!' blinked on the screen, tormenting me as it flashed to the score of 23-0.

We were currently playing the boxing game on the WII, and I was dripping with sweat from all the abrupt movement.

"My remote is defected!" I griped in protest, "and you CHEATED!"

"I did not cheat – I am just better than you." He retorted with the lines on his face forming into a smug smirk.

"No....You cheated," I droned on, "Hey—HEY! Don't push that button! I'm not done playing yet!"

He loosened the strap on his wrist then slid it off ignoring my complaints.

"Sore winner..." I huffed as I lunged myself into the brown leather couch.

This caused him to whip around with a raised eyebrow.

"You are sweating like a mongrel, claiming I cheated which is near impossible and I'm the sore winner?"

"Yes."

"You are impossible." He shook his head in disbelief.

I chunked my Wii-mote at him, but he ducked without even needing to look. With a scoff I leaned over to grab the Hot Cheetos sitting on the coffee table.

Dinner went surprisingly well. Sean hardly spoke, but of course would send me the occasional scowl as he usually does on regular basis.

To say it was the best dinner our two families have had is an understatement none the least.

Both our parents left to go 'shopping'. The meaning behind it, our mothers were dragging our fathers off next door so Sean and I could be alone.

They were absolutely hopeless.

I snapped out of my thoughts once I heard Sean clear his throat.

"I have an idea Sam..." He said slowly, drawing out each word, scrutinizing my face as he spoke.

I blinked.

His tone made me cringe just slightly; there was no sign of teasing, or a sign of an insult which was fairly odd.

He came and sat down on the far end of the couch. I glowered at him waiting for him to speak.

"I thought this up all through dinner...."

Hence him being stuck on mute during.

"And?" I pressed shoving a handful of Cheetos in my mouth, merely curious.

"What if we pretended to date...."

I choked on the mouthful.

Like death threatening choking...

"Shit! Sam?!"

I gagged as I started heaving.

"You're choking!"

No shit captain obvious.

He rushed over to me, and stood me up placing his arms around me. My ribs were protesting the whole entire time he was giving me the Heimlich maneuver. The mouth full made its escape onto the white carpet.

My mother is going to kill me.

I bowed down placing both hands on my knees trying to catch my breath.

When I was able to breathe at a normal rate I headed towards the laundry room to grab carpet cleaner, a garbage bag and a roll of paper towels. Sean followed me only a few inches behind, which irritated me.