Skye and Zuma had returned to not talking again. The blonde was preparing snacks in the kitchen, Zuma was sat on the stairs, occasionally looking up and glaring at her. Rubble was finding films for later on and Tracker was playing just dance in the living room.
Skye pulled the pizza she'd made out of the oven and set the pan on a tray with some sauces. She looked up at the clock.
"Half five, perfect." She smiled. "If I put the cookies in now, they'll be ready and still warm when my boyfriend gets here." She cast a glare back at her brother as he scowled, looking down at his feet. Tracker looked back at the two, rolled his eyes and shook his head before continuing his game.
Once he finished, the doorbell rang so Tracker walked to answer it, still holding the controller.
"Hi Chase." The others heard him say. "Skye's in the kitchen." The two boys walked through and Zuma suddenly decided to stand in the kitchen, leaning back on the counter.
"Hey Chasey." Skye smiled, walking over, hugging and kissing her boyfriend, ignoring the growl from Zuma. Chase, however, noticed and felt very awkward about the situation but regardless, didn't say anything. Skye turned and glared at her brother after noticing Chase's rigid stance.
"Skye come here! I wanna beat your high score before we start watching films." Tracker called after a couple of minutes.
"You mean try." Skye smiled, bounding over and grabbing the second controller. "Dimelo?"
"You bet." The boy selected the song and both siblings danced and laughed when the music started. Of course, Skye sang along.
"You got them hips like Shakira, smile like Camilla," Chase couldn't help but let his eyes wander as Skye moved her hips from side to side and dropped to the floor with the beat of the song. A small smile made its way to his lips seeing her have fun with her brother.
"Eyes up country boy." Zuma hissed. Chase immediately snapped his eyes away from his girlfriend, not knowing what to watch.
Skye bounced over when she and Tracker had finished, the girl beating her brother by a mile, wrapped her arms around Chase and jumped up. Reacting quickly, the brunette caught his girlfriend as she wrapped her legs around his torso.
"You okay, Chase?" She smiled, oblivious to the glare Zuma was giving them.
"Yeah." He smiled back, hesitant to do anything else. Skye noticed this and don't need to think hard to know the cause of Chase's behaviour.
"Don't worry, I can dance for you later." She purred, loud enough for the still grumpy boy to hear. Chase blushed heavily and Zuma grumbled and walked off, up the stairs to his room just as Rubble came down with stacks of films.
"Well I guess party pooper won't be joining us." He rolled his eyes. "Hey Chase."
"Hi." Chase smiled, still holding Skye, "Can you get down so it's easier to walk?"
"Aw, I wanna cuddle." The blonde pouted.
"We can still cuddle, I just want to move faster so we can." Chase smiled, leaning down so his nose was touching hers as she set her feet on the floor.
"Good answer." Skye replied.
"Vomit making." Rubble commented as he took the cookies out of the oven.
"Shut up." Skye laughed, pulling Chase to the sofa. The four teens settled down: Tracker taking a beanbag, Rubble the floor and Chase on the sofa with Skye laying with him, her head on his chest and his arm around her waist. The coffee table with snacks was within arms reach too, of course.
One things for sure, this was definitely now one of Chase's happy places.
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Fanfiction"Now, what the hell was that?" Skye's oldest brother raised his voice and pointed to the closed door. "What?" "You nearly kissed him Skye!" "Is that what you're mad at? Not that I stayed out late or anything but that I nearly, let me repeat, nearly...
