Saturday:
"You know, you kind of suck at this game." Drake smirked, as he won yet again.
Megan growled, and stared at the controller. She hadn't taken this Black Ops game seriously at first, but as she had kept on losing, she kept finding it harder and harder not to actually try. Of course, it was harder than it looked. They always were.
"Just you wait, this time I'll beat you." she hissed, pressing buttons frantically.
Sunday:
Drake's mom was pulling a cake out of the oven, just as Megan came walking in. She smiled, nicely over at the flower covered woman, as she made her way to the table where Drake was sitting. Drake's mother was actually pretty cool, she'd given them all kinds of different cookies and shakes yesterday when Megan had been over. Much, to Drake's embarrasment, she'd been able to tell from his blush.
Careful, Megz. she told herself. If you don't watch yourself you might actually enjoy the thought of spending time with him.
Even as a part of her laughed at the thought, another part was panicing. As much as she'd tried to deny it, yesterday had been quite fun, and more than once she'd actually found herself laughing for real.
Megan shook herself, and sat down next to Drake. "Hi, Ms. Winter!" she said.
Ms. Winter turned around, and smiled back at Megan. "Good morning, Megan." she replied, as if Megan were a relative, instead of a girl coming in to spend some alone time with her son.
"Ready to go play more Black Ops?" she asked, smiling at Drake.
Drake smiled back, and Megan had a feeling that he didn't want to just play Black Ops. "Sure."
Megan had a bad feeling.
A little while later, as Ms. Winter was making some strawberry shakes, she heard a girlish scream come from her son's room. She immidiatly dropped the plastic cup she'd been carrying and ran up the stairs.
She threw open the door, and saw Drake on his bed, flailing and screaming. Megan was standing over him, smirking.
"What happened?" Ms. Winter cried, looking around, trying to see if there'd been any sign of a brawl.
Megan turned to smile at her. "I beat him at Black Ops." right after she said that, Drake let out an ear piercing scream.
Ms. Winter laughed slightly, before leaving and closing the door behind her. As soon as she was gone, Megan grabbed Drake's feet, and hauled him off the bed, where he landed on the floor with a big thumb. He tried to get up, but before he could, Megan sat down on his chest, to make sure he knew who was running the show.
"Okay." she smiled down at him. His brown eyes were wide. "We've played your games, now it's my turn."
She could tell from Drake's face that he knew he wasn't going to like her games.