#90 Brandon Saad Imagine

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“It’s your turn!” Brandon shouts to you from the living room. You are playing Clue with him and you snuck off to the KITCHEN to find a snack. You walk back to the living room to find him sitting cross legged on the floor, study his cards intensely.

“You didn’t cheat and look at my cards, did you?” You ask as you set down a bowl of popcorn between the two of you.

“What? No, of course not,” he says innocently. “I don’t need to cheat to win.” He eyes you cheekily and grabs a handful of popcorn.

“Oh really? Let’s see about that,” you say as you pick up your cards. “Which player do you want to be?”

He looks through the pieces before selecting the green one, and pushing the red one towards you. “I’m guessing you want to be Miss Scarlett, since that suits your personality.”

You smile as you set up the board and grab the dice.

“Hey, I believe I get to go first, thank you,” he takes the dice out of your hand.

“Um, no, ladies first?” You laugh and pretend to be upset.

“But I’m younger, it says in the rules that the youngest player goes first,” he protests, and you roll your eyes.

“Right, because you’re a few months younger than me,” you reply sarcastically. “It’s going down, Saad, I’m going to beat you. It’s on.”

“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do if you lose? Because you’re going to,” he says smugly.

“If I win, you have to wear a pink jersey to your next practice. And If you win, I will give up Tumblr for a day,” you suggest, but he shakes his head.

“No, a week,” he says with a deviant smile.

“No, that’s not fair!” You protest and gently hit his arm. You bicker playfully for the rest of the game, and in the end, it was close, but he lost. Sadly, he looks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Best two out of three?” He pleads. “Please, I can’t wear pink on front of the guys, they’ll tease me about it forever.”

“Why don’t we just call it a night, and maybe I’ll make it up to you somehow?” you say suggestively, and watch his reaction as it clicks in his brain. He kisses you, and gently picks you up, carrying you off to bed.

-Lila

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