"I think it's time for us to get up and ready for the day. We can't lay in bed all day, so get up old man." I rolled out of bed, but I heard a grumble from behind me.
"What was that Mr. Riley?"
"I don't want to get up. I want you and me to lay here all day." I walked over to the bed, and pulled the blankets off of him. He sat up quickly and threw me back on the bed, and started to tickle me. Not many people knew those special places that I was ticklish, because I wasn't all that ticklish.
"You know, for an old man, I must be quite fast. A lot faster than you're little reaction time is."
"Stop! No stop!" I screamed while laughing so hard. It was the hardest I had laughed in such a long time, it felt so good. He finally released me, and I sat up pushing him off of me. I smirked and turned to him, while sitting on my knees. He eyed me suspiciously.
"What?"
"Are you ticklish, because revenge is very sweet." I laughed and attacked him. I didn't get very far, for he flipped me over and we went through another round of him tickling me. I wormed away from him, running into my closet then locking the door. I laughed, and quickly changed clothes.
I cracked the door open, the coast was clear. I ran out of the room. I made it to the stairs and began my descent down, two at a time. Just before I got to the last one, I was hoisted by my waist onto his shoulder. I screamed, and began beating on his back. I wasn't sure I had any effect while he walked towards the living room.
I was thrown onto the couch and saw Garrison walk towards the kitchen. As I was about to get up, he turned around pointed at me.
"Sit." I pouted, but obeyed. We had breakfast in the living room. Eggo came and tried to sit in my lap.
"No Eggo! Oh, you're not a lap dog. You're too big for this." He continued to creep up, and licked my face.
The rest of the day continued in this fashion, of teasing and joking around and what not. As did the next day and the one after that.
On New Years Eve, Hazel and Chris came over again. This time there was obviously more alcohol involved than at Christmas. I once again, was still somewhat hesitant on actually drinking. But Hazel told me to go slow, that I wasn't expected to drink as much as the guys.
By eleven, we were listening to a radio show talking about the ball about to be dropped. I just sat on the couch with an oversized lap dog on my lap and two very drunk Hazel and Chris dancing in front of me.
Finally they collapsed on the floor, I whispered to Garrison.
"They can't go home like this. Don't you know the rule, don't let your friends drive drunk." He looked at me, then sighed.
"All right. Well it looks like they are out of it. So lets go get some blankets and pull the bed out of the couch. I don't have any other place for them." After Garrison had pick up Hazel and place her on the bed, I was sitting over Chris trying to wake him up. I turned to Garrison and where he was tucking in Hazel.
"He is not waking up, at all. I think you're going to have to pick him up too." I smirked, but then felt a hand going up my leg. I turned quickly to see Chris running his hand lazily up starting at my calf and continuing.
"Oh no you don't." I grabbed his hand and placed it back on his chest. He laughed.
"But Raven, Raven, Raven, you're just so beautiful. Garrison is so lucky to have you in his bed. Come on, we won't tell him and you can come with me." His voice was sloppy and his hand movements were somewhat lazy. I turned to see Garrison giving him a scowl. I started to clean the living room the best I could.
I finished cleaning the living room, and some dishes that had been used. I was utterly exhausted.
I crawled into bed only to find Garrison already there and asleep, naturally when I laid next him his arm slipped around me. My head was buzzing with thoughts, Did Chris really think we were having sex? Was my relationship with Garrison ever going to actually get that far? And if so, was I actually ready to take that step? When I finally drifted off, it was plagued by bad dreams and evil little creatures.
The next morning, I woke up alone. The bed felt suddenly very cold. I got up and dressed for the day. Taking my time to put on the makeup Hazel had given me. When I walked down stairs everyone was sitting in the living room talking in hushed voices.
They stopped the moment I entered. Well wasn't that just obvious. I sat down next to Garrison only to see him looking at the floor. My stomach made some noise, and I got up to make some breakfast.
While the stove was getting warm, I could hear them talking again. This time I hid behind the door to listen.