Sweetly Yours

Chapter Five; Sweetly Crimson

Sweetly Yours

Chapter Five; Sweetly Crimson

Fifty two matches.

Jamie, Kye, and I had played fifty two whole matches of Mario Kart Wii. 

We'd been playing straight for well over two hours. I think we'd had maybe one extremely short break, because my bladder felt like it was going to burst if I didn't get some relief.

And then we played again. We played, and played, and played.

Out of the fifty two intense matches, I had won an epic twenty six, Kye had won a mighty twenty three, and Jamie had won a measly three.

I was as smug as could be.

"How are you guys so good?" Jamie asked, groaning. "I've won three. Three! Out of fifty two! And I thought I actually was pretty good at this game," he sighed, straggling a hand through his hair.

"Practice makes perfect," I chimed in a sing-song voice.

Kye groaned, rolling off of the love seat he had switched to around match twenty five, and landing on the floor with a heavy thud. "Don't even, Farah," he let out a deep, heavy breath. "I'm out. A brave, mighty battle I did fight, but even I have to let you have this one."

"So, what does that mean?" I asked smugly, grinning from ear to ear.

Kye gave me a flat look. "You know what it means," he said dryly.

I shrugged, winking, "yeah, I do, but I want to hear the words come out of your oh, so 'champion' mouth."

"Fine, fine. You win," Kye mumbled muffling his voice into the fluffy rug that lay beneath him on the floor.

I placed my hand to my ear mockingly, tapping it a few times. "Oh, I'm sorry, my hearing is terrible. What was that you just said Kye, hm?"

"You heard me."

"How can you be so sure?" I retorted, smiling wryly whilst twiddling a lock of my hair around my finger slowly.

"You. Win. There, I said it," Kye replied through gritted teeth.

I frowned, putting a sad expression onto my face. "Surely you could say it a bit nicer?" I mused, pouting a little just to wind Kye up.

"YOU WIN!" Kye roared, springing up from the floor. "There, happy now? The champion, Kye Bright, has stepped down from his rightful place on the throne and is handing over the crown to you, Farah Dailey. There. Now, I must retreat to my lair and drown away my sorrows."

Kye turned and skulked out of the door, a few seconds later the sound of  the closing of what was presumably his bedroom door echoed into the lounge.

"Well," I announced brightly, stretching my arms above my head, "I'm glad that's all settled, then."

Jamie chuckled from his place beside me on the sofa. "He'll get over it," Jamie said, before pausing a minute, as if considering his words. "Or maybe not. Kye is an extremely sore loser," he told me, an amused smile on his gorgeous face.

"I guessed," I replied, a small laugh escaping from my lips.

"You know," Jamie mused thoughtfully, "we have never really spoken before now, have we?"

"No," I replied truthfully, "we haven't." But I so wish that we had. So very, very badly. More than you'll ever know, Jamie. If only you felt the same.

"Hm . . . " Jamie thought out loud, "well, this past day has definitely put an end to that."

I nodded, another laugh escaping, "Yep," I replied, popping the 'p' sound, "it really has. To think that yesterday morning, we'd never spoken out of school--not that we spoke much in school, anyway. And now, we've just played fifty two games of Mario Kart Wii together."