Author's Note: Will Ellie get her ass the hell into our living room? Let's find out!

Ellie's Prov

Sasori stopped my shuffling feet and pulled of the blindfold. I smiled.

The dining room table had been pushed to the far end to clear the floor for the Twister mat that was laying in wait for a game. There were two steaming bowls on the table, paired with two cups of brown soda. I looked into them to find SpongeBob shaped Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. I tasted the contents of the drinks. Root beer. Spiked with real beer. I laughed.

"What'd I do wrong?" Sasori asked his voice tense and his expression worried.

"Nothing." I chuckled, turning around. "It's perfect." I put my arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. "I wanna taste your macaroni!"

I whirled around to the steaming bowls of cheese and picked one up. I took a forkful and shoveled it eagerly into my mouth. "Tastes like chicken!" I said jokingly, though my mouth was still full and spewing little bits of melted cheese onto Sasori's face. He just smiled as he wiped the cheese off of his face.

"Glad you like it." He chuckled. I smiled and swallowed.

"Sorry." I said, putting the bowl down. I watched him wiggle his fingers a little and one of his more pleasing puppets came out with the little spinner for Twister.

"Smart." I smiled and kicked off my shoes and peeled off my socks.

"Just know that I'm a master at Twister." Sasori smirked and kicked off his shoes as well.

"Well, I am undefeated!" I retorted, walking to one side of the mat. I held up my chin and smiled proudly.

"It's a battle for the ages." He said, going to the other side of the mat. He smiled and wiggled his fingers, making the puppet spin the spinner. The spinner slowly came to a stop, and we stupidly waited for the puppet to call out what it had landed on; no answer. Wow, we're idiots.

"What did it land on?" Sasori asked the puppet. I smiled at him, thinking he was just trying to be funny. Still no answer, obviously.

"Dammit, what the hell did it land on!?!" He yelled, going over to abuse his grotesque creation. I stopped smiling and put my head down.

"Sasori?" I asked sullenly.

"Yeah?"

"It can't talk." I shook my head. I looked up to see him scratching the back of his head.

"Hehe…oh yeah…sort of forgot." He chuckled nervously. I burst out laughing. He was just sort of standing there, staring at me, watching me laugh.

"What?" I asked, my loud laughter dying down into occasional chuckles. He walked over to me with a soft smile.

"I love it when you laugh." He whispered, pulling me close.

"Well, maybe I should laugh more often." I said playfully, chuckling. He nodded.

"I would like that." He pulled me closer. I leaned in a little.

"Well, since Twister is a bust, what should we do now?" I asked, only a little suggestive. Well, maybe a little more than a little.

"Oh, I can think of a couple things." Sasori's face was pulled into a smile, about a million perverted thoughts running through his head. I could see the little pervy gears turning in his pervy mind. We leaned in close to each other, so that we could feel each other's breath. Out heat radiated against each other and I almost started to sweat. Then, he whispered, "Eating contest?"

"You're on." I said. We pulled away and ran to the table. I started stuffing my face, eating as fast as I could. The macaroni was burning my mouth a little but I plowed through to the very bottom of the bowl. It wasn't until I had completely finished that I looked up at Sasori, who was standing there with a proud smirk on his face. He hadn't touched his food.

"Why didn't you eat?" I asked dumbly.

He started laughing. "I'm…a…puppet!" He choked out through his chortles. "I…don't…eat!"

I dropped my jaw and scoffed. "I hate you!" I said, playfully pushed him before joining my laughter with his. We laughed for a while, our sides hurting and tears streaming down my cheeks; well, mine anyway. We fell down and rolled on the floor, and pretty soon I forgot what the hell was so funny. I didn't care to tell you the truth. I felt good to laugh, to really, finally laugh again. I started panting and gasping for air after about 30 minutes of laughing. Sasori log-rolled over to me.

"You okay? Can you breathe?" He poked my stomach.

"Are you high or something?" I asked, giggling at his face.

"Only high off you!" He grabbed my stomach and pulled me in for a kiss. I gladly let him, pulling him close. He rolled on top of me and tongue asked, pleaded for entrance into my mouth. My tongue was just as eager, and they had a little meet-and-greet before dancing together gracefully. A perfect duet.

And that's when things took a weird turn.

"Ellie!" My sister shrieked from the living room. "Get your ass the hell in here!"

We broke apart, and I scrambled to feet.

"Coming, Sis!" I called as I ran to the living room. You never realize how fucking big our house is until you have to run frantically from one side of it to the other in 3 seconds. I went through the long, twisting halls and bursts into the living room. Nicole and Pein were on the couch sitting up wide-eyed, and a home movie was on the screen; paused; Nicole's 8th birthday party.

"Nikki, can we reminisce later? I was kind of in the middle of something." Just then, as if to punctuate my argument, Sasori stumbled in, looking behind him.

"Okay, who got the guard dog?" He asked. I looked at him sideways.

"What guard dog?" I asked slowly. He looked at me as if either I or he had gone crazy.

"Well…the, the Doberman…it was just…" He was saying, glancing over his shoulder, shuddering.

"Okay talk about how weird or creepy that is later." Nicole said.

"Nicole, I agree. I'd much rather look at the home movies later-" I started. Nicole looked up from the TV with a death glare aimed, nay, trained on me.

"Sit."

"Sitting." I said automatically. I sat on the couch. Goddess. Sometimes that girl gives me the willies.

'The willies'? Oh! Hi Inny! I think this is a bad time… I'll say. Just watch the screen before Nicole give you 'the willies' again.

"Ellie!" Nicole snapped me out of it. "Just watch." She said, pressing play on the remote. The kids started singing happy birthday. But they were interrupted. By my mom.

Nicole's Prov

I almost smirked at Ellie when she saw our mom onscreen.

"See how important this is?" I asked. She just stared.

"Now, first, you must destroy this tape as soon as possible." My mom said. Finally, the instructions!

"Yes, Mom, anything." Ellie said, as if Mom could actually hear us. I put my hand on her shoulder.

"Ellie..." I brought her back.

"Second, you have to call this number." She held up a piece of paper with a phone number written hastily on it. "You need to ask for the package. A few days later, you will receive a package with further instructions. Tell no one. I'm sorry. I miss you." The screen went back to my birthday party. I was opening presents. I looked over at Ellie. She already had her phone to her ear.

"I'm Ellie Roberts. I need the package." She said, and then she flipped her phone closed and put her hand down.

And so it begins.

Yep.