I was so past overtired.
I'd invited Jeb and Jen over for a sort of movie night because neither of us had many close friends; any, really, besides each other. Well, Jen did. But Jenara was currently passed out in my bed. Jeb had pointed her ungraceful drooling out about an hour ago, stating the fact that "she's just not as cool as us."
We were having a "boycott homecoming parties" party.
Thus far, it was quite uneventful. I wasn't complaining, though; I treasured peaceful moments with Jeb. Moments where he seemed to be able to block out the stress of his life and just be himself; completely. The only problem was that in these moments he had a tendency to go zen, and just, like... Stare at the wall.
"Jeb?"
He glanced up at me; he'd been tracing patterns in my carpet. All swirls and nonsense in a chaotically organized pattern that intriqued me in ways I couldn't fathom.
He blinked the thoughts from his eyes and continued to watch me for a moment.
I broke out into a grin without caring to understand why. "You're being weird. You weirdo."
His expression matched mine in an instant.
"Okay, but your party is lame, lamo."
"Not as lame as that comeback," I retorted, raising an eyebrow and crossing my arms.
He shrugs and rolls his eyes in something like a mockery of exasperation; "With you, I'd be much better with pick-up lines than insults."
Basically, that's how we started throwing around cheesy lines.
"Did it hurt falling from Heaven?" Jeb snorts the words through his laughter, dropping the bag of chips on the floor as he leans back against the wall. I swat at him, shouting 'five second roll!' while snatching up a suicidal chip and trying to get it into Jeb's mouth.
He holds my wrists and makes a funny face, sticking his tongue out and pouting; I'm in hysterics instantly, and slouch forward to lean into his chest for support.
"D-do your legs hurt from running through my mind all night?" I blubber pathetically; his lines have been much better than mine throughout this entire ordeal. Almost immedietely, one flies right back out at me.
"Are you my pinkie toe, because I'm going to bang you on every piece of furniture I own."
We both laugh, until Jeb's words register. He blushes and lets me go, and I awkwardly lean against the bed, both a little shy and a little stunned that he's the one that's embarrassed.
x what arreeee this.
this started out as a sort of 'warm up' but it's taken weeks to finish and mbajfhalksdjf I liked the idea but couldn't execute it. I'd like to start writing more Jeb & Alyssa. They have such an interesting relationship. I didn't capture it here, but I hope to in the future :U
