So...I'm sort of in a bad mood. I watched Star Wars episode 3 again, and lamented over the death of Grievous. Then I lamented over Anakin killing younglings.
ANI KILLS BABIES!!!!!
...Watching that movie always puts me in a bit of a bad mood. I should have watched Clone Wars instead! Grievous is better there!
So...I thought reading RoyxEd would put me in a better mood, but it didn't. I decided to write something humorous in hopes of feeling less like blowing up the world. My friends and I play games similar to the one I have Artha and Moordryd playing here: "If I Told You..." My drama teacher taught me how to play "Who Would you Rather Punch?" Fun times...Eh, not really important note: Artha and Moordryd are 2 high school sophomores here...Not dating (yet), just friends. AU. It doesn't make much of a difference, though.
I own nothing.
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"If I Told You..."
"If I told you that Cain wants in my pants, what would you say?"
Artha sat up abruptly, "He does?"
Moordryd smirked and took advantage of his friend's shock to pistol-whip him into oblivion, "Not that I know of, no." He laughed as Artha gritted his teeth and waited to respawn.
"If I told you I eat babies, would you be scared away?" Artha asked quickly before squaring his shoulders and searching for Moordryd. The white-haired teen scowled and smacked him in the back of the head with his controller, "No, but I'd tell you to stop screen watching!" He tossed a grenade at Artha and asked, "If I told you I filled all your shoes with limburger, how would you try and get back at me?"
The dark-haired one let out a scream of frustration as he exploded before replying, "I'd replace all your Boca burgers with the school's mystery meat." Moordryd's eyes widened at the thought of accidentally betraying his vegan ways, "If I told you I was about to frag you, what would you do?"
Moordryd blinked, just barely over the shock of Artha threatening his veganism, before he realized that Artha did indeed frag him. Instead of panicking (he was way ahead in kills), Moordryd smirked, "I'd slug you in the arm." Artha tossed his controller aside and dove over the back of the couch as Moordryd raised his fist to do so. Choosing not to punch him, Moordryd took advantage of his controller-less friend and stuck another plasma grenade on him, "If I told you I just stuck a grenade to your stomach, what would you say?" Artha scowled as Moordryd jumped to higher ground and he blew up, "I'd say 'I'm gonna kill you!'"
He flung himself over the sofa and tackled Moordryd, whose controller went flying and hit a lamp. The wrestling match ended as quick as it began, with Moordryd sitting cross-legged on Artha's back. The loser groaned pathetically, "If I told you that you weigh more than you look, what would you say?"
Artha yelped as he was pulled into a half-nelson, "I'd say you better shut—UP!" Moordryd shouted out the last part in surprise as his friend managed to slip out of his shoddy attempt at a wresting move and gain the advantage. Artha somehow flipped Moordryd, pinned his arms over his head, and dug a knee into his stomach. Both boys' hair was disheveled, their cheeks were flushed, and Moordryd realized too late how close their faces were. Artha was panting and grinning, his breath (which smelled of corn chips and salsa) was brushing gently across his friend's increasingly red face. Slowly, the dark-haired youth's smile faded, and his eyes grew thoughtful.
Both were silent for a moment before Moordryd licked his lips and plucked up the courage to ask the next question, "If...If I kissed you right now, what would you do?"
Artha swallowed hard and answered, "I'd...I'd probably kiss you back." He slid a cocky smirk onto his face and recovered, "Care to test that?"
Moordryd smirked as well, "Sure..." He craned his neck up to kiss Artha, who did indeed kiss back.
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"And as Artha released Moordryd's wrists and slid his arms near the white-haired teen head for balance, Moordryd reached out and pressed a button on his controller, effectively sniping Artha for the last kill of the game."
Yeah, that part didn't fit with the rest of the story, but it demanded to be written. The boys are playing Halo (more than likely it was Halo 2), which I am NOTORIOUSLY bad at. My boyfriend's probably worse, though...The only things he's really beat me at are endurance running and amount of manga owned.
Dangit, I MISS being able to wrestle with my friends! Now, there's this awkward squish whenever I pull someone into a headlock. There was no shallow end of the gene pool for me to crawl out of, I was always cursed to have big boobs. It's funny to watch head-locked guys blush, though...
Why can't I be seven anymore?
Stupid guys...They can still wrestle! No one complains when they eat corn chips and sasla either!
R&R, please. Feed the starving artist!
...Seriously, that sandwich I ate was crap!