The Monster Under my Bed

eyodwa

Sunday, March 13, 20XX
2:12 pm

"How are you so good at this?" Damien shouts as the TV shows a defeat screen for him, and a victory screen for me.

I smirk. "I have my ways. You know, I did help make this game too."

He glares at me. "That's not fair. You already know all the tactics and stuff."

I tilt my head back and forth. "Not really. I only helped design some of the story levels, not the online part."

He pouts. "Still..."

"But we made a deal, remember? If I can beat you three times, you have to let me do something."

He rolls his eyes, but a smile creeps on to his face anyways. "Fine."

I giggle. This is going to be great.

I snort. "You look adorable!"

He snarls at me in the mirror. "You are very, very lucky that I'm not allowed to destroy anything in this world. You are very lucky."

"Oh shush. You're lucky that I didn't decide to put makeup on your face."

His eyes go wide with terror. "Please don't ever do that. Please."

I throw my head back and laugh. When I meet his gaze again in the mirror, he's looking at me with a spark in his eyes; a spark that I can't quite find the emotion behind.

"Do you remember your first day in the apartment?"

I groan. "Don't remind me."

He winks. "No promises, princess."