Chapter 4: Remote Control
POV: Thomas
That night, I picked up the TV guide. "Hey, Ian!"
Still-Not-Happy-With-Me hollered back "What?"
"Traitor in the Dojo's on tonight!"
His face appeared around the doorframe of my room. "Traitor in the Dojo?" he asked, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah! It's supposed to be good!"
"You're kidding, right?"
"Uh… yeeeah, I'm kidding," I said, rolling my eyes.
"Good," he said, and stepped back into his room.
Ooh-KAY then. I guess he doesn't want to watch it. I went back to flipping pages. "Hey, Snakes!"
"WHAT?"
"How about 'Ninja Grandmother'?"
"…no."
"Sludge Monster?"
"No!"
"Revenge of the Crazy ex-Girlfriends?"
"NO!!"
I got up and peered into his room. "Is there anything you'd like to watch?" I asked. He looked up from his Martial Artist magazine and glared at me.
"How about anything that doesn't sound like an F minus ripoff cheesy enough to make a pizza with?"
Feel the sarcasm. You could have cut it with a knife and served it for dinner. "Soo…" I scratched my head. "Let's watch Texas Chainsaw Massacre!"
Judging by the look on his face, that was a 'no.'
"Your mood stinks," I informed him. "Jus' sayin',"
He looked up once again, his face straight. "Not as bad as your socks," he retorted.
So that night, we still hadn't decided what to watch. I walked into Ian's room, sat down in a very small chair, and noticed he had the remote. I groaned. Inwardly, of course. The TV was on - some movie called Once In a Summer was playing. "You have got to be kidding me."
He wasn't. "It's a cute movie. You'll like it."
"Give me the remote."
"No!"
"But this is a stupid movie!"
"As opposed to 'Ninja Grandmother,' I suppose?" he asked.
I jumped for the remote. "Give! Me! That!"
"Not! On! Your! Life!" he shouted. I grabbed him in a headlock and he kicked me in the ribs. WE fell off the bed, and I banged my head on the corner of the TV. "Ouch!"
Snakes flipped up and over the bed with a triumphant smile.
Oh, no, you don't! I shot up and grabbed his leg. Taken by surprise, he toppled and tripped over me. We both crashed into the TV screen. The ominous sound of glass breaking made us both freeze. We slowly turned. A jagged crack ran up the TV screen.
There was a moment of silence, and then I said "Well, I guess there goes TV for tonight!" I looked at Snakes, who still held the remote. "You're not happy about this - are you?"
He crossed his arms and glared. "Not remotely."