I Nerd You, You Nerd me

Chapter Twenty-One : Gitty-Up

Mark shut the door to Rogan's room softly, only causing a smooth click  to sound instead of the loud crash of the brass and wood. His blonde ponytail swayed from side to side, he honestly did look like Legolas from Lord of the Rings, just with a little more modern "swagger".

     " Cora Dawlin', how does Sushi sound?" He winked and picked up his cellphone while rapidly punching the number in. I sent him a little smile.

      " How'd you kn-" I began asking but mark shovde his finger in my face then brought it to his mouth motioning to be silent. 

     " Yes, I'd like to order some sushi," he went on politetly, why couldn't Rogan be like that? " Yeah, yup okay, yes thank you." He shut off the phone, sliding it into his right pocket. " Now you may speak."

" Well, AHEM," I winked," how'd you know I liked sushi?" Mark rolled his eyes payfully.

" I'd like to say a little birdie told me, but that'd be lying, the troll down the hall did." Before I could say anything to interupt, Mark interupted again." And before you say you sound extremely homosexual tonight, I'm just in a flamboyant mood." With that he danced off into his room

What was that about? Luckily Mark came out of his room again when the sushi arrived. He yelled downt the hall trying to get Rogan's attention.

    Which it did.

   I sat there, sushi in ahnd eating peacfully on the couch when Rogan came stomping out of his room and parading down the hallway into the small kitchen to obtain his next meal. His head hung low, those gray eyes guarded by extremely shaggy mocha coloured bangs.

Roag mysteriously pulled a highwooden stool from out of thin air and placed it against the counter, he sat and began eating in silence avoiding both mine and Mark's gazes.

" Whatcha watching senorita?" Mark jumped onto the couch like Rogan had last time I was here with him. 

"Well Mark, it's whatever you had honestly left on." I took a bite of my colourful meal. Yum.

Mark rolled his eyes dramatically and took the hard plastic remote into his hand searching the channels. He stopped on a show where a doctor was examining a women's breasts, Mark's eyes glazed over and Rogan was looking too. Rolling my eyes I reached over the snagged the remore from his grasp and switched the channel to discovery channel, you can always learn something with there programming.

 Mark scoffed and Rogan shook his head at the counter, eye's still sahded underneath his bangs like the droopping branches on a willow tree.

" Your just jealous Cora," Mark sniffed. I imagined him jumping onto his high horse and riding in the cave of "not getting my way". I stiffled a laugh.

"Why is that Mark?" I asked while stuffing my last piece of sushi in my mouth.

" Because that lovely lady had large breats, probably a good D cup and you are part of the itty-bitty-titty-commitee." A goofy but confident smile spread across his lips as my jaw dropped open.

But as quick as that grin appeared it was wiped off his face. Tears began to line my lower eye lids and my bottom lips gutted out and began tremble. Rogan peeked up from under his hair.

Mark's face was like a cow stuck in a tornado. His eyes bulged out and his arms reached towards me and apologies began tumbling out of his mouth.

" I-i-i'm so sorry Cora, I thought we-were really good friends and we c-could joke aroun-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand and showed him that I had put on dramatics. His face went blank and this time his jaw dropped.

" Hey, I knew you were joking, and it doesn't bother me. At all, Just wanted to see how long I could pull your leg, obviously not that far." I winked and leaned over and hugged him. Which even surprised me after this nights events, I pulled back quickly and huddled into my corner of the couch. Mark rolled his eyes at me and stalked off into his room, I looked at the time on my cellphone, he has a date to be getting to. He must have forgotten after he'd gone to talk to Rogan.

Rogan sat there at the counter, I knew this because I'd peaked over the back on the comfy couch and caught a familiar gray eye. I had turned back abruptly back to the television, tonight of all nights I'd gotten stuck here.

"C-Cora," his gruff voice croaked, I glanced over my shoulder and found him in the same position, a sad expression plastered it'self onto  his face. My heart cracked a little at his pathetic face. It was cute though.

"R-Rogan?" I copied his voice but smiled at the end, he glared momentarily and smirked back kindly while shaking his head causing his fluffy hair to go flying around like an abundance of snow.

 I didn't even noticed he had moved till I felt human body warmth raditing next to mine on the couch. Looking over I caught his eye again, and rolled my eyes dramatically. Rogan copied me.

I could see where this was going. Swiftly I jumped up from the couch, he fallowed. Rogan raised his right hand forward in a circuler motion, I mimicked him perfectly. He took a step closer even though it was my turn, I gave him an odd look and stepped forward too only looking into his eyes that stayed perfectly nutral. He took a nother step forward and I did too. He grinned slightly.

 Only then did I feel the close body tension radiating between us. I looked back up at him slowly a confused expression on my face as a light heat spread across my cheeks.  He bent down and picked me up wedding style? What was he doing. I gripped onto him as quickly as I could for fear of falling to mercyless ground. Rogan only rolled his eyes and looked down at me.

A small peace lit up eyes, for one of the first times they looked a little soft around the edges instead of the fierce hardness that usually envelopped them. Without instinct my head started to raise to meet his, but his soft smile turned into a wicked grin swiftly. I pulled my head back, grateful that I hadn't leaned in much at all, maybe he didn't notice? I displayed my confusion across my face which only made him grin wider.

 And with that he launched me into the air.  I screamed and flailed my limbs as my ungracefully soared almost to the ceiling. Some breath puffed out of my lung as I landed on the softly padded couch. Rogan was on the floor laughing, One hand over his eyes and the other clutching his stomach, as if he himself might fall apart at any moment.

I glared down at him and he smiled gleefully. I rolled my eyes and tackled him rolling off the couch and onto his solid body.

This caught him off guard.

I pinned him arms down with my hands and legs with my knees resting most of my weight onto my fours I had placed on him to keep his body still. He glared and I smirked playfully. I like wrestling.

Apparently Rogan did too.

He slipped his left arm out my grasp and and tightened it around my waist while unbuckling his legs. I should have registered what was happening more swiftly because suddenly, I was under him.

I glared up at him, then sent him puppy dog eyes. They pleaded with mercy to let me go.

" I saw what you did to Mark, that's not going to work on me." he barked playfully. I rolled my eyes and stopped moving. Rogan gave me a confused look and tumbled off of me and began getting back up. 

Rogan was crouched, his knees bent as he began to pick himself off the ground.

 I saw my oppertunity then. Quickly I sprung onto his back and latched on, cackling like a someone from the lunie bin. Rogan jumped a little, he should have seen it comming.

 Rogan's strong hands gripped behind my knees close to my thighs and pulled me up further on his back, I clutched to him tighter not thinking he'd go along with it. He chuckled deeply.

And with that he ran with me on his back into his room like dinosaur.