He saved my life... Well kind of ?

He saved my life, Well kind of?37

Song of the Day- Nothing by The Script. [Listen if ya wanna.]

Zane flipped to MTV, and Jersey Shore was on, for some reason, I love the show. Maybe it’s because of the whole drama theme going on. Is the show like planned and they’re all a bunch of actors or is a reality television show? That is the question, either way Snooki is hilarious, even though she’s like 4’9 she’s like a bombshell.

We watched the whole episode before I changed my position and sat right in front of Zane, legs crossed, like in elementary school. Zane shifted his eyes to me real quick then turned his attention back to MTV. I cleared my throat trying to act all serious like. Zane looked at me suspiciously, an eye brow arched, which acted in me rolling my eyes.

“Buddy, I’m trying to get your attention.”  I snapped at him and grabbed the remote out of Zane’s hands, clicked the big red ‘POWER’ button located at the top of the remote. The dancing pictures on the screen suddenly zapped away, leaving the screen black. I moved closer to Zane and gave him a wide smile, I guess it kind of seemed like I was up to something, because the next thing he said was unexplainable, one of those moments where you don’t know whether to scold the person or laugh because it was just a hilarious thought. I was stranded between two decisions.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” He laughed, yet had a serious twinkle in his eye.

As I’ve said above, or should I rephrase that and say, like I’ve thought previously, I was torn between laughing or being pissed. I decided to laugh for a bit, and then I smacked his arm.

“What was that for?”

“That wasn’t funny.” I answered, composing my serious face.

“Why were you laughing then?” Zane asked confused.

“Because, I felt like it, deal with it buckaroo.” I retorted and stuck my tongue out at him.

“But in all seriousness, were you trying or are trying to seduce me or no?” Zane asked once again.

“I feel like slapping you across the face right now.”  I confessed, with a smirk.

“You’re not though.”  Zane said confidently.

“Why so sure? With Trinity, expect the unexpected.” I retorted with smirk, coming closer towards him, my smacking hand close to his face.

“I know you, you just wouldn’t.” Zane replied, so sure of himself once again.

Those cocky boys, boy do they get on my nerves. Well Zane isn’t like the major cocky, conceited ones, that make me want to bite their heads off as if their were little Ken barbies. I am not  cannibalistic, just putting this out there. Although I have a very unique imagination, which I am indeed very proud of.

“Maybe so, maybe so.” I said then grabbed a pillow beside me to the left, and whacked him. “Wasn’t expecting that now were you?” I winked.

“Bitch, it’s on,” He said, picking up a pillow and about whack me, with the fluffy weapon.

“Wait, wait did you call me a bitch like two seconds ago, you bet it’s on. You are going to be a cigarette once I’m done with you, you’re going to be a butt smeared onto the dirty ground.” I grinned wickedly, and then picked up a bigger pillow.

I neared him, then our little pillow fight, or shall I say pillow war started.

---

I was found on the floor, breathing heavily, resting my head on the pillow. We were going at for a while, no sex involved, don’t be a pervert now, and think otherwise. A couple of feathers were found on the laminated wooded flooring, pillows were scattered all about. Zane was half on the couch; half of his body was hanging off. Clearly, Zane and I really get into pillow fights, I mean wars. Pillow wars sound way more intense, which it was. I quickly closed my eyes, and just let myself go for a minute.