Because Of A Game

Date Number Two: Part One

Saturday afternoon, I was at my kitchen table, eating a grilled cheese with tomato soup to dip it in. My mom was at the store, buying more flour so I could make my famous homemade pound cake. I finished my sandwich and licked a little bit of tomato soup off my fingers, and discarded my spoon to slurp up the remaining soup.

I was putting my bowl in the dishwasher, tossing the paper towel the grilled cheese was on, when the doorbell rang, making me jump. The doorbell was followed by three obnoxious knocks. I rolled my eyes, "Wait a second, Sheldon."

I opened the door and saw Kyle, holding a boutique of white roses, wearing a tux without the dress jacket, and a bowtie. Even I had to think that was cute. "You're not ready." He frowned.

Letting go of the door, I looked at my outfit. Sweatpants, a tank top, and my favorite rainbow slippers. "Well, duh. I don't get dressed on weekends. Pyjamas all day!"

"It's one o'clock in the afternoon." He said.

I crossed my arms over my chest and when I did that, I noticed how low the neckline of the tank top went down. "I am not an early bird. I literally woke up an hour and a half ago."

He sighed, "Go get dressed, text your mom, write a note, but you aren't escaping this last date."

I stuck my middle finger up at him like the mature adult I am, and went to get dressed.

As I dug through my drawers, I discovered that all my jeans were in the wash. Oh, that's perfect. That meant I had a skirt, a white t-shirt, or one of my three dresses. Ugh! Jeans! Why did you have to be washed now!?

I slipped on my skirt, which was made of a navy blue, breathable fabric, and the t-shirt. The shoes were my favorite plain brown sandals.

As I trotted down the stairs, I yanked my hair up into a ponytail. Kyle was making himself at home, he'd found a vase, and was putting the roses in it. He'd already wrote on a piece of paper that said I was with him on the second, AND LAST, date.

Last date with Kyle. My stomach knotted and I assumed it was from happiness. I wouldn't have to deal with him anymore! I did a little dance when I got to the bottom stairs.

"What are you doing?" He laughed.

"Dancing." I huffed. "Are we going?" I smoothed down my hair as he led me to his car... which wasn't his car. It was a limo... a slick black limo with dark windows and everything! "Oh, my sweet mother of pizza." I breathed, echoing Oliver.

"You like it?! The guy who owns it owed me a favor." Kyle opened the door and pretended to tip his hat when I climbed in. Everything inside was so cool! There was a tv in it, for God's sake!

I collapsed onto a chair, leaning my head back. Then an idea struck me, "Oooo!! Can I stick my head out the sunroof?"

He shrugged as he sat across from me, "I don't see why not." Then the limo started moving and I watched Kyle click a button and the sunroof slid open. OH, MY GOSH THAT IS SO COOL!!!

I stood on my seat and stuck my head out. The wind that whipped across my face stung my eyes, and the cold made my cheeks pink. "OH, MY GOSH!" I squealed and suddenly, a bug flew in my mouth. "Ew!!" I spat and coughed. When I looked up again, a tree branch smacked me in the face.

"Oh, jeez!" Kyle yelped and grabbed my waist, pulling me back into the limo. "Are you okay?"

I wiped a hand across my face, not the least bit shocked to feel a cut on my cheek. "I'm fine. Stupid tree branch. And bug."

He looked like he might just fall over. "A bug?"

"Well, it's dead now. I ate him. Poor creature."

Kyle turned red and fell over, onto the floor of the limo, laughing. "Wow! You ate a bug? That's good!"

I squinted at him. He was literally ROFLing. "You want me to trap you between the sunroof and the limo?"

He sat up, "No. I really don't."

"Then stop cackling."

"At least I don't snort like a pig."

I gasped. That was too far. He saw it right after he said it and yelped, "I didn't mean it!" I launched myself at him, pinning him to the chair, my legs wrapped around his waist, and my hands pinning his arms to his side.

"Take it back!" I screamed, pinching his hands.

He shook with laughter, squirming, "Ow! Pinching isn't necessary!!"

"Would you prefer I punched?" I hissed. The look he gave told me no and I released his hands and pinched his upper arms. "TAKE IT BACK!!"

Letting go of his hands was a big mistake. He grabbed me and started tickling my sides. I squealed and punched his chest, "Nooooooooo!!!! Kyle, s-stop! STOP!" I shrieked.

He pushed me off him, pinning me to the floor, still tickling. "You pinched me! This is my revenge!"

"KYLE!!" I cried, tears flowing down my face. "DON'T TICKLE ME!!" I started snorting to my embarrassment. "Ky-" Snort. "Le!" "Stop!"

He laughed, still tickling. "I'm not stopping!"

I squirmed out from under him and crawled away, laughing. "I win!" Unexpectedly, he grabbed my ankle and dragged me back to him so that I was now entirely pinned underneath. "Nope," he said, popping the P. "I win."

"Kyle, get off!" I shrieked, my face warming. My skin tingled where it touched his, my heart was hammering on high. "Kyle, this isn't funny! It's really uncomfortable!"

"Are you calling me fat?" He gasped, taking away one hand to clutch his chest.

I wiggled, "Yes! If it'll get your fat butt off me!"

He got off, "Well."

I winked at him and suddenly the limo stopped and the door opened. "Thanks, Greg." Kyle said. "Tell Harvey I said thanks, too."

Greg smiled, "Will do, buddy. Have a nice day, miss." He took my hand as I climbed out.

"Um, thanks." I mumbled, turning to Kyle. "Why are we at your house?" Kyle's house was different in the daylight, and not crowded. You could see every pretty flower planted around the front, little statues stood everywhere. I liked the little kitty statue where a little tabby was peering into a bird bath.

I'm a sucker for cats, what can I say? I liked dogs, too, but dogs don't like just curling up in your lap to sleep.

"Why are we here?" I repeated.

Kyle smiled, "My mom isn't home, she's on a small vacation, and my sister Hanna's at a sleepover. So, my little tomboy, are here to watch a scary movie marathon, and the rest of the night you'll see later."

"Quit calling me tomboy." I grunted, stepping into his porch.

"Why? Are you not a tomboy?"

"I'm wearing a skirt."

"But yet you punch like a professional boxer."

I lifted my fist, threatening to punch him. He laughed and led me inside. His living room table was piled with scary movies, Annabelle, Silent Hill, Paranormal Activity 1-5, and my personal favorites, ALL THE STEPHAN KING MOVIES. "Take your pick, tomboy."

I immediately went for Cujo and Pet Cemetery. "Cool, I'll be right back." Kyle said and disappeared. He came back ten minutes later with two family size bags of ranch Doritos (my favorite chip), a huge bowl of steaming popcorn, and a few sodas.

I plopped down on the couch, stuffing a handful of chips into my mouth, and watching Kyle put on Cujo.

A/N
How many people were anticipating this chapter? None? Like three? Whatever, I don't give a turd.
-Nessie