It was a nice, quiet evening and the two friends were sitting on the couch of his living room, making small talk and sipping on sodas.
"Well, my favorite color is pink. Come on, you should know this by now," she said, laughing. He laughed too, only to be interrupted with a whack to the face with a pillow.
"Hey! What was that for?" He asked, rubbing his cheek.
She laughed and shrugged.
"'Cause why not?" She replied, and he leaned over, taking the pillow from her and putting it on the other side of himself.
"Let's not let you have that."
She stuck her bottom lip out, pouting.
"That was rude."
"What're you gonna do about it?" He asked playfully, nudging her shoulder with his.
"I guess nothing," she replied, sipping on her root beer and sitting back into the couch.
After a few gulps, she set her root beer on the side table only to be greeted with a pillow to the face.
"What the fuck was that for?" She asked, shooting him a playful glare.
"You gonna stop it?" He asked, hitting her again with the pillow.
She picked up a couch cushion, holding it up high.
"I will fight."
"It's not going to work, I'll keep doing it if you fight back," he replied, smirking.
In a mocking tone, she mimicked him, rolling her eyes.
He hit her for a third time, knocking her back.
"Very rude indeed," she muttered, huffing.
"I told you, hon, don't fight back," he stated, smirking.
"I didn't hit you," she said, sticking her tongue out at him.
"You acted like you were going to," he replied, sticking his tongue out as well.
"Well, I didn't," she stated, rolling her eyes and taking a couple of sips from her root beer, scooting away from him.
"Come here, I promise I won't do it again," he pleaded, patting the cushion next to him.
She set her root beer down on the side table again, scooting back towards him.
"Fine."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer, 'til they were more or less side hugging.
"Whats's up?" She inquired, blushing lightly.
"Just this cute little thing next to me that I can't seem to get enough of," he replied, smiling.
Her cheeks turned a darker shade of pink, and she muttered, "Fuck."
"Hm?" He asked, looking down at her.
"Rude," she mumbled, looking away.
"What's so rude about it?" He inquired, grabbing her chin and gently turning her face back towards him.
"I-I don't know," she stuttered, blushing profusely.
"You're really cute when you're blushing, you know that?"
He looked lovingly into her eyes, brushing his hand against her cheek, causing her to blush more.
"I-I um..." she stuttered, watching as he glanced down to her lips and back to her eyes, leaning in a little.
