A Cabin Conundrum [on hold]

Chapter 1 - The Cabin

Chapter 1 - The Cabin

"Triple word score you fool! You have just led me to victory!" I triumphed as I slid the little wooden square with the letter s on it beside bastard.

He groaned beside me.

"How did I not see that coming? And I had an s!"

I gave him a sidelong look, "you snooze, you loose."

His response was throwing Cheetos at me like the sore loser he was.

"Dude!" I hollered at him while I took a handful for myself and prepared to launch.

His eyes widened for a moment until a sly smile crept it's way onto his lips that told read, "you wouldn't". Oh, but I would.

Except I'm a little more creative when it comes to revenge.

Giving him the most doe-eyed look I could muster up, in one swift motion I yanked on the neck of his shirt and stuffed the cheesy snacks down it. After pulling my hand away I made sure to leisurely wipe my hand down his front, leaving a trail of artificial, orange, cheese dust behind.

Once he had peered down at his shirt looking completely bewildered, his eyes fixated on mine. "I didn't take you as the deranged type."

"I'm not, I just have issues - like a lot of them," I smile sheepishly.

Adjusting his position on the bed so that he was lying on his side with one hand propping up his head, he flashed me a grin, "try me."

I went along to match his stance and said, "I'd rather not."

He smirks and leans in to rub his nose against mine, "your too innocent to have your so called 'issues'."

My cheeks heat up from his touch. "You met me like three days ago, how can you be so sure of yourself?"

Before he can make a contradiction, I put a finger to his lips to silence him, "- and don't you go all romantic on me."

A sigh escapes his lips and he pauses for a moment; silence floods my ears. I busy myself with clearing the Scrabble board as he regathers his thoughts.

"Your right. I can't make a proper judgment call." He finally spits out.

I then groan in frustration and bury my face in his floral pillow. The scent it holds is intoxicating. It's a musky, forest smell; there is no way it's cologne-based.

But a floral pillow? I'm sorry in advance, but oh, how manly!

"What?! I'm agreeing with you! Isn't that what women want?" He exclaims in disbelief.

"But we expect you to put up a fight!" I whine childishly.

"I was about to before you silenced me with your finger!" He retorts.

I don't say anything after that. My thoughts wander and I revel in the fact that I am so damn complicated for a girl.

"You're impossible," he huffs a sigh.

"But isn't that what makes me so irresistible? I'm a challenge to obtain. There's no fun or sense of accomplishment if there is no challenge you have to overcome," I state matter-of-factly.

There are so many complications when it comes to the male species. You may think that women are difficult to decipher, but men have this troublesome aura emanating from their being. They aren't physically or verbally irritating - hold on, I take that back. My point is I just feel as though their very presence can cause issues with a women's mind.