"Remind me again… Who's the man in this relationship?" Soli smirked as he entered the front lounge where Nate and I sat. We raised our hands simultaneously, clutching cans of Mountain Dew and never lifting our eyes from the car magazine that we had settled our laps.
We were both clad in basketball shorts, mine white and his black, and deep v-neck tees, mine green and his blue. I tapped on a picture of the sexy Sesto Elemento posed in the middle of the page and grinned.
"I knew you had great taste, babe," he said, stretching his arm and putting it around my shoulders. He murmured something about zero-to-sixty and skimmed the page. He glanced over at me and laughed. "Why the heck are you biting your lip?"
"Huh?" I was suddenly aware of my habit. "Oh. I dunno. I do it a lot. Plus, cars are really sexy." Nate cocked an eyebrow and softly growled something in my ear about a V8 engine and a flappy paddle gearbox. I bit my lip harder, smacking his arm and shoving him away. "Don't do that, jerk!" He just laughed harder.
"Good to know that works," he grinned.
"I hate you."
"No, you don't."
"Stop sexually frustrating her, Nate," Lauren called nonchalantly from across the bus. She and Jake were skimming a hair magazine and discussing options for her new 'do. "Or I'll have Jake tell her about your weird comic book fetish."
"OH! Ohohoho! Comic book fetish?" I fell off the couch from laughing so hard. I had never seen his face so red.
"Shut up."
"Babe, that's-"
"Shut up. Shut up, shut up, shut up." He was pouting now, quite displeased with this release of information.
I smirked at my chance for revenge, got back onto the couch and put one hand on his chest, the other on his knee. I kissed his jaw and whispered a little something about classic Batman. His whole body tensed and he stood up, walking swiftly out of the room. We all burst into laughter. Nate almost never got flustered like that but it was hysterical when he did.
"Shut up!" he called through the door, but we just kept laughing.
"I'm sorry, Nate!" I hollered between laughs. "I'm sorry! Come back here!"
"NO!"
"Please?"
"No!"
"Don't be such a baby!" Jake shouted. A pillow flew into his face, Nate standing in the doorway.
"I hate you," he said, reclaiming his spot next to me.
"No you don't."
"You guys are both losers," Josh said. He had remained silent for the entire episode of sexual tension, but the look of cynicism on his face said that he'd heard the whole thing.
"Yeah, but we're losers together," Nate pulling me close.
I giggled, blushing, and looked away before Nate leaned in, tilting his head to catch my lips, and kissed me.
"Gross. Loser-love," Jake laughed, pretending to gag at the two of us sucking face.
It's true. We are losers. We love videogames. Cars and comics turn us on. But, hey. We're losers together.