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 Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 6:57 pm
Chel had news of course, but her cousin was laying in the moon lounge relaxing and remaining not in a headlock.
And that needed to change.
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 7:07 pm
It was like he had a spidey-sense.
A Chel-sense.
His head whipped to the door in terror. He knew that look. "CHEL DON'T!"
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Posted: Thu Nov 13, 2014 7:08 pm
"ULTRA SUPLEX SUPREME." She smacked her elbow and then landed on Chris' stomach- hard.
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 4:41 pm
Chris grunted and tried not to cry as he failed to stop her elbow from slamming right into his stomach. He rolled them both off the chair he'd been sprawled across, groaning dramatically. "You're the worst."
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Posted: Fri Nov 14, 2014 4:54 pm
"God you're a shitty moon," she retorted.
He rolled off the chair and onto the ground, but that just made Chel pull him into a headlock. "If I was a monster yer head would be ripped right off bruh."
She didn't relent and continued to talk like this was a completely normal way of having a conversation with someone. "Guess what?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:19 pm
"I'm not a shitty moon," he huffed, struggling to get away from her (distressingly perfect) headlock. He failed, of course. "I just don't prep for attacks from my a*****e cousin when I'm just trying to relax. An oversight I should quickly rectify."
He reached up and pressed the palm of his hand into her cheek, trying push her head so far that she'd have to let go or something. "What? Did you finally find your brain?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:23 pm
"Yeah I did, and it told me that we never recovered yours," she retorted. "Permanently MIA b***h."
She relented enough to let his head go, but it only turned into her sitting on his back, legs stretched out like Chris was her new couch. "I'm goin' on a date."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:26 pm
Being a temporary couch, he decided, was far better than the head lock. So he stretched out and let himself be her seat for the time being.
He nearly dislodged her with how loud he groaned, though. "Man, don't go on a date with Hawthorn. He's the ********' worst, you should know that. Find someone cooler."
It never really occurred to him that she might be interested in someone else.
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:27 pm
"I wish," Chel whistled in a low voice. "He's still datin' Hanna's pasty beautiful a**." It was odd that Chel would call Hanna pasty when she was the pasty queen.
She leaned a little closer to Chris and said, "S'with Dawson. I asked him out."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:31 pm
Chris was an overexcited large dog. He was a great dane puppy with no self restraint.
He was elated.
He flipped Chel off of him and reversed their positions, so he was sitting on her stomach looking down on her with wide (read: heart) eyes. "You're going on a date with Dawson?! He's awesome!" Chris crowed.
It was hard to tell if he was more excited that it was Dawson, or that it wasn't Jack. It was a healthy mix of both. "Man if I'd known you were interested I wouldn't tried to set you up. That's amazing."
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Posted: Sat Nov 29, 2014 2:35 pm
Chel flailed as she went down, wheezing a loud "oof!" as he smashed into her stomach. "I'm still wounded down there, god." Not that it would matter- her laceration had long since scabbed over and formed a scar.
"I'm not interested really," she corrected. "I just realized I never been on a date. Just don't know why no one would ever ask this train wreck out, y'know?"
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