"Do you feel like getting up any time soon?" Nash asks me. He called me lame so I sat on him. I'm basically squishing him, as he lays on his stomach with me on his back.
"Nah. I'm pretty comfortable actually" I chuckle, ruffling his hair.
"Okay okay, you're not lame" he breathes. I smile contently and slide off of him. He lets out an exaggerated breath and stands up. I scoot to the end of the bed only to have him jump onto me.
"Nash get off" I chirp.
"Say 'nash is cooler than me'" he smirks, hovering his hands over my stomach.
"No- please don't" I shake my head, as his finger tips graze under my shirt.
"Okay okay! Nash is cooler than me" I mumble. He leans down to kiss my forehead, and then gets off of me.
"Glad that's settled. Wanna get something to eat?" He smiles.
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