Aberrant

Chapter Three

I grab a pillow and get off the bed. “Is it really that big of a surprise that my room is clean?” He asks. I nod my head slowly. I raise the pillow above my head and attack Xander with it. Xander makes and “oof” noise and covers his head. I keep attacking him until he grabs a pillow also. He hits me also.

This means pillow war! I advance on him and mange to push him on the bed. I repeatedly hit him until he smacks his hand on the bed. “I surrender! I surrender!” He says with feign agony. I throw the pillow behind me; that was a bad decision. Xander then attacks me with his pillow. I cower down into a ball just so I can let him win. He stops after he realizes that I’m not fighting back.

“Well looks like we got in our pillow combat training in today.” Xander says sarcastically. I get up from my ball and attack Xander with a tight hug.

“Cassy what are you doing?!” He asks while laughing. I hug him tighter; I think I’m at the point of almost choking him.

“I call this move the death hug. Very promising of choking the attacker to death.” I explain. He laughs and tries to get out of my strong grip. “Let go! This is starting to get awkward.” He instructs. I squeeze harder and shake my head.

“The awkwardness of this move is also I good point to defeat the person of interest.” I say. Xander starts to hug me back with almost the same tightness. Hugging Xander—and well Xander hugging me feels good.

Hugging is now my favorite sport. “I’ll give you Fritos if you let go. I think my rib cage is starting to collapse.” He pleads. I immediately let go;Fritos are my weakness. Hell, I’ll do anything for some Fritos. It takes Xander a few moments to let go of me.

“Where are the Fritos that I was promised?” I put my hands on my hips and glare at Xander. He sighs and leaves the room to get my prize. I sit down on his, now un-made, bed and lay down. I look at Xander’s dresser and see a picture frame. It was when Xander and I were thirteen. Xander had just gotten into his awkward stage of puberty where his voice cracks at the most randomest times; he was also at the stage where he would have random erections at the most inappropriate moments, and how I found that out is a story for another day.

Xander was so cute back then. He still is. My brain shouts. I shoot up in a sitting position. Did I just call Xander cute?! What’s wrong with me?! I need some mind bleach.

Xander comes through the door with an un-open box and Fritos and some bean dip. He knew me all too well. I grab the Fritos out of his hands and open them. Even though it’s twelve something in the morning, I still ate like I’m a starving child in Timbuktu. Xander tries to grab some Fritos at one point but I almost bite his hand off.

The bean dip and Fritos were gone in under ninety-point-seven seconds. I really love Fritos.

“How do you eat them that fast?” He asks with amazement. I shrug and lick my fingers.

“Practice.” I say and then lie back down on his bed. My stomach is so full. I turn my head to look at Xander who also is lying down.

“So you what did you want? Do you want to talk about my flaws in this nights fight?” I ask while rubbing my full stomach

“No—“

“You want to tell me about new moves?”

“No—“

“You want to talk about a new training schedule?”

“No, I—“

“You want to talk about—“

“Can you like shut up please!? Why do you always have to assume that I want to talk to you about your super hero duties?” He asks with a rude tone.