"Okay, I will see you soon," I say to Louis before I hang up my phone. I walk into the kitchen and start making some popcorn. I might as well start making some snacks now rather than later to get a head start.
I open a new box and unwrap the plastic around the bag. I place the bag in the microwave, turn it on, and leave to take care of the wrapper.
I go upstairs and get the radio from my room and bring it downstairs. It just seems too quiet here right now. Coming down the stairs, I had to be careful so I didn't fail or drop the radio. That would not be good at all.
After taking a few moments to decide what to place this, I put it down at the dining table since there didn't seem to be a better spot. At least not that I could think of or see. It could've been put on the floor, but that probably wouldn't be the best idea.
Searching for a radio station that wasn't currently doing commercials was difficult. It didn't seem like there was one that was actually playing music right now. I decide to leave it alone since commercials have to end eventually, right? Some of them can be very annoying.
I go back to the kitchen and check on the popcorn, making sure not to burn it. I'd rather not have that happen, especially since Louis will be here soon. He isn't staying too far away. I'm glad he was able to take time to have a little slumber party, just like we did when we were kids. It seems so long ago now that I think about it.
There is a knock on the door followed by the sound of a familiar voice entering. "I'm here," Louis shouts, making his appearance well known. I smile to myself, he is still the person that is heard before seen.
I empty the bag of popcorn into a bowl, careful not to drop any. "Hello," I say to him. I turn around and he is looking around the room. I walk towards him and hug him. "I miss you so much. It has been a long time," I tell him.
He is warm despite the cold air outside. "Is that popcorn?" he asks when he takes a step back, ending the hug. I nod my head and get the bowl to bring to the couch in the living. "You know I love popcorn. Remember the time we started throwing it at each other?"
I laugh at the memory. "Yeah and your mother was so mad for having it be everywhere."
"I still can't believe she made me wash your hair. It is your hair after all," he says.
"You were the one who threw it obviously. Why would I want to put popcorn in my own hair?" I ask.
He takes a handful of popcorn and walks away. This doesn't seem like it is going to be well for me. I take the bowl with me and move away from him. It was too late since he already threw some at me. I should've known to make something like cookies to avoid another popcorn fight.
With the bowl in my hands, I go after him. He starts running, and I try to get closer to him so I don't have to worry about missing him.
He is running too fast and my socks keep making me slide across the floor. I don't want to fall unexpectedly, but it will more than likely happen with my luck. "Louis get back here!" I say to him.
We both stop running when we are back to the living room, the couch in between us. "Really?" he says out loud.
What should I do? If I go one way around, he will just go the other way and escape. I jump onto the arm of the couch and go towards him, making it seem impossible for him to get away, unless he went through the wall behind him.
Once he realized what I was doing, he raised his arms in an attempt to get the bowl, but it was too late as I already emptied it onto him. Some of the food stayed on his head, and others just fell beside him. "You didn't," he said, reaching for me. I tried to run away, but failed since one of my feet was stuck in between two cushions.
He was now carrying me over my shoulders. "Thought you could get away this time? Well I have you now," he tells me. He gathers some of the popcorn around him and returns it to the bowl that was in my hands. Needless to say, he returns the favor to me.
"Nooooo!" I dramatically shout. It seems like we were even now.
"Yes!" he seems satisfied with returning the favor to me. He lets go of me and gives me space. "Should I order some pizza?"
I smile and nod my head. "That would be great if you could."
