Luna

|| Chapter 6 ||

             "Cami, I didn't realize you had such...interesting facial expressions." I was in the kitchen making popcorn when a voice called out behind me. I swiveled around and stopped once I realized what he had in his hands.

        "Parker, I swear, if you don't give me that back." I warned as I stood a few feet from him, slowly setting the bowl I was holding onto the counter. My iPhone was closed in his fingers, a horrifying ugly selfie displayed on the screen and a smug look on his face.

         Instantly, I lunged at him. He laughed, escaping and spiriting out of his kitchen and down the hallway. Goddamn this huge house. I shouted his name, followed by a few profanities as I chased after him. I sped up and grabbed onto his shoulders from behind, causing him to stumble and sent us both to the ground. His face told me he was surprised that I actually caught up to him, he's usually ten times faster. I smirked in triumph and seated myself on his chest causing him to groan as I wrestled with his hands to snatch my phone.

        "Cami!" He protests in defeat, tugging his lip between his teeth to keep from laughing at my annoyed expression.

        "You little shit!" I shouted, slapping him on the shoulder. I playfully hit him over and over for a moment, irritating me more as he didn't even react. I guess he couldn't take it anymore because he finally burst out laughing, flipping us over and pinning me to the ground.

        "You're such a nuisance." He laughs, bright blue eyes sparkling with amusement. I shove him off and retrieve my phone from the floor beside us, checking it for any cracks when I lost contact with it in battle. Which I obviously won, cue internal happy dance.

        "Yeah? Well you're not getting any popcorn. Starve." I stick my tongue out at him and saunter back into the kitchen with Parker hot on my heels. We had planned on having a superhero movie marathon on Netflix for the day, He can drool over Ivy for a bit and then we can look at the real show, aka Henry Cavill, aka Superman.

        "No!" He whines, leaning all of his weight onto my shoulder. I scowl at him, throwing popcorn at his face and laughing as his face twists in horror, failing to catch all of them. "Wasteful..." He mutters.

        I grab the bowl and head out into the living room, leaving him to find us something to drink. I plop down onto the ground into our pile of pillows and blankets, and begin my hunt for the remotes to the television. Approximately ten centuries later, Parker joins me on the floor, passing me a pink lemonade and keeping one for himself.

        "I put in Iron-Man first." I inform him, resting my back against the couch as the opening credits play.

        "Mmkay." He mumbles, eyes focused on the screen, greedy hands searching for the bowl of food.

        "Uh uh. No Sir." I slap his hand, moving away from him.

        "Sharing is caring!" He counters, reaching over me to try and reach his goal.

        "I don't care!" I lean down, biting his shoulder when he nearly hits me with it.

        "Ow! Cam!" He screeches, his arm hooking around my neck and dragging me down onto the floor with him.

        "Parker!" I yell, the bowl spilling out of my arms. "Look what you did you idiot!' One of his legs wraps around mine, making it difficult to move.

        "What was that?" He growls playfully next to my ear, making me shiver. His hands find my sides and he begins moving them around my skin, making me scream as he tickles me mercilessly.