"Stop cheating!" Zac yells at me as we sit on the couch playing Call of Duty.
"I'm not! You're the one who wanted me to play this stupid video game!" I shout back at him and place the Xbox remote on the couch.
"I don't want you to play it if you're gonna cheat!" He complains and I groan.
"I've never played the game in my entire life, so how would I know how to cheat? I don't even think it's possible to cheat at this game!"
I stand up from the couch and go into the kitchen to get a bottle of water from the fridge. I don't feel like putting up with Zac's attitude, so I decide to start to make dinner.
After about ten minutes, I stand in front of the stove, going to check on the food. Before I can get a chance to, I feel two arms wrap around my waist from behind me and lift me up. Zac puts me over his shoulder and walk toward the stairs.
"Zac! Put me down!" I scream. He knows that I hate when he does this.
He begins to laugh, "You'll have to wait." He tries to hold onto me tightly as I try to squirm out of his grip.
He walks up the stairs and into our bedroom, placing me on the bed.
"That wasn't funny!" I scold him. He continues to laugh and lays down next to me.
"Well, I thought it was."
"Of course you thought it was funny, you don't listen to anything I say to you." I sit up from the bed, but before I can stand up, Zac grabs my hips and pulls me back down next to him.
"That's not true." He tells me, but I just roll my eyes.
"Yes it is." I sit up again, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back to him again.
"You're not going anywhere until we talk about this." He tells me.
"It's just... I feel like whatever I say doesn't mean a thing to you. You don't ever listen. I told you I wasn't cheating and I also told you to put me down, but you didn't listen."
"I was joking with you." He says and I sigh. "Alright, fine. I was saying that because I was embarrassed that you killed me five times in a row."
I laugh, "Really?"
"Yes." He blushes slightly.
"I think it's cute that you're embarrassed that you lost." I kiss him and his hands grab my face, pulling me closer to him.
I wrap my arms around his neck and his hands move down to my hips. Things become heated until a loud fire alarm stops us both.
"The food!"
We both run down the stairs to a smoky kitchen and burnt food. Zac looks at the black crumbs in the pan.
"It looks like your normal cooking to me." I smack his arm.
After we get everything clean, we leave to go get takeout.
