It Would Be My Guilty Pleasure

Just Our Luck

"Ha! Beat you again!" I jumped around the room and gave Presley a high five. Liam interrupted our victory dance and threw a pillow at my head. "Ow! What was that for?"

"We'll beat you next time," he replied.

"As if."

"C'mon can you guys ever let us win just once?" Tristan whined. Presley and I shook our heads at the same time, still continuing to dance. The boys gave each other knowing looks before scooping us up in their arms. Liam had Presley on his shoulders while I was hanging upside down over Tristan's back.

"Let me down!" I squealed. Tristan just poked my side, making me laugh.

"Not until you admit that we're better!"

"Never!" Presley exclaimed. Liam must have done something, because she snorted into a fit of giggles. Tristin started walking me to the kitchen. What was he doing?

"No Tristan!" Presley cried. "You wouldn't!"

"What's going on?" I asked, still hanging upside down.

"Tessa you might want to hold your breath" Liam snickered.

"Wha-" I started. Then stopped. I stopped because my eyes widened in horror as Tristan pulled open the trash can. I squealed and kicked the air. "Presley!" I begged. "Do something."

"Put her down!" She cried.

"Not until you say it!" Liam retorted. Tristan slowly started lowering me down.

"Presley!"

"Now or never" Tristan mused.

"Put her down!"

"Down? Well, if you say so." He let my legs slip a little more, my hair brushing the top of.... whatever was in there. Gross.

"What?! No, Tristan you know that's not what I meant!"

"Presley!"

"Say it!"

"Liam let me go!"

"Presley!"

"Threeee....."

"Presley!"

"Twooo......."

"PRESLEY!!!"

"One-"

"Fine, fine! You guys are better at Mario Kart then we are. There! I said it." I heard the sound of Presley being dropped back on the couch.

"Tristan!" I squealed, punching his leg. He leaned forward and put his arm around my back, carrying me bridal style back to the living room before continuing to throw me onto the couch. I landed next to Presley. We looked at each other for a minute before bursting into laughter.

"What?" The boys both asked, clearly confused.

"Nothing" Presley breathed between laughs. "It.. It's just that-" she was cut short with another wave of snorting." I finished her sentence for her, failing to think before I speak.

"You guys really are trash at Mario Kart." We both squealed as the boys moved towards us once more. Man, I really need to work on that blurting thing. "Stop, stop!" I cried, making them freeze where they stood. "Let's settle this with a rematch." We all smiled at that.

"That's a great idea" Liam exclaimed. "Now scoot your butt over." Liam sat on my left while Tristan squeezed in on my right. We played round after round, never getting bored. Some time around eleven, the boys got tired of losing, and convinced Presley to put a movie on. After arguing about what to watch (Of course) we settled on "The Sandlot" which was one of our all time favorites. Before we knew it, we had all drifted off to sleep.