*Sorry for taking so long, and because I have so much to do I'll usually post every weekend (most likely on a Friday) So, don't be mad at me and I hope you enjoy this chapter.
"Ike," I yell to the kitchen, he comes bounding in as I sit up a little more. He stares at me for a second and then I say something. "I'm bored."
"So, do you want me to listen or fix it?" he asks.
"Fix it," I whine. He walks over to me, shoves his hands in his pockets and sits next to me on the bed.
"Aren't you supposed to be selling?" I shake my head, not today anyways, Star is doing something with Blink because they haven't really gotten any alone time because they stay at the Lodging house. Fine by me, I could sleep if I wanted. Not really, every twenty minutes, someone in this house starts crying no joke. "Okay, let's see, cures for boredom, what to do…" he smirks, trailing off. "Truth or Dare?" he offers. I shake my head not in the mood to do anything really; I just need someone to talk too. "Would you rather?" he suggests. I smile really big as thinks of something, but I already know a good one. It's like he read my mind, sort of.
"So," I smirk.
"Nothing dirty," he cuts in.
"Shoot," I mutter as he playfully rolls his eyes, wrapping his arms around me. "Anyways, would you rather be able to reduce hours of needed sleep to five or need ten hours of sleep and be able to control your dreams?"
"Some of my dreams can be very creepy on account of that one single time you read Dracula to me, and I love to stay up to talk to you. So, I'd reduce the hours off needed sleep to five hours." He smiles, leaning down to kiss me as I smile broadly.
"Okay, then you ask me one." I cut in.
"I know how to play 'Would you rather, I'm thinking too" he laughs.
"How long is that going to take?" I smirk.
"I got a good one," he says as I playfully roll my eyes. "Would you rather rid your life of embarrassing moments or awkward ones?"
"Oh Gosh," I laugh, "Well, I love awkward moments because they are so funny, but I also like my embarrassing moments because they are what makes me myself. But if I had to get rid of something, it'd be my awkward moments."
"So," he says slowly, "what is the most awkward moment you could think of?"
"Okay, so one time I was with my brother when we were like six. Anyways the only thing I really wanted for Christmas, I really didn't care what I wanted, but I loved wrapping paper, anyways, I got a really big box on Christmas, my only present. It was like wrapped by at least twenty rolls of wrapping paper, and someone slapped a bow on it. So like, I was really excited so I tore through all the wrapping paper to get to the box and my Dad opened the rest for me because he didn't trust me with his pocketknife yet."
"Smart man," Ike whispers. I ignore him but keep talking.
"So I finally opened the box and I got an extremely ugly holiday sweater and there were tears and my parents had no idea what was wrong. It was pretty bad." I finish.
"But you said you wanted wrapping paper." Ike comments.
"True, but I wanted to wrap something with wrapping paper and as a kid I got really into ripping paper to shreds so basically, the only thing I got for Christmas that year was a box, in which my mom threw out for no reason, useless wrapping paper that was also thrown anyway, a bright blue bow almost as big as my face and a really ugly sweater." I laugh.
"Did you know who gave you the gift?" he asks, I shake my head.
"It said from the family so I couldn't really blame anyone in particular." I say.
"I'd get rid of all my embarrassing moments because when I was a kid, like maybe seven. I wanted to be a pirate because we lived near the shore line of Flushing." He states.
"Flushing," I giggle as he pokes me in the side.
"So like, for almost my entire childhood I wanted to be a pirate because they have really cool eye patches and swords. So for like, my thirteenth birthday, I told my Dad I didn't want to be a pirate and so for my birthday, he got me a pirate costume like five sizes too big and he made me wear it for the rest of the day." He sighs, remembering everything.
"Flushing," I giggle again as I avoid him poking me again.
"Hey now, you fell in love with me so, you fell in love with a guy from Flushing so, that's that," he smirks, kissing me again and pulling me onto his lap.
"Would you rather," I start laughing, trying to control my laughter, "Change gender every time you sneeze or not be able to tell the difference between a muffin and a baby?" he strokes his chin as I laugh over the stupid sentence as he chooses the muffin option.
"You are horrible," I laugh in shock.
"I love muffins," he testifies.
"That is cannibalism if you what your baby, I'm going to have to watch what you put in your mouth now," I laugh.
"Would you rather change your name or appearance?" he asks as he twirls my hair.
"Not sure, but I think I'd change my appearance, like I love the way I look, but I always wanted to be a little bit taller." I say. "Because I have to like, stand on my toes to hug you, you have at least a few inches on me."
"I'm five eight," he testifies.
"That explains why," I note.
"Do me," Ike says, as he combs my hair with his fingers.
"No way, you're nasty," I say making a gag face.
"Hype you're so weird," he laughs.
"Would you rather be the oldest sibling or the youngest? Wait, you're the youngest in your family right?" I ask.
"I'm the baby of the family, Mike's the middle child and Elsa's the oldest." Ike answers. "I really like being the baby of the family because they think everything you do is perfect or cute."
"I'm the youngest too, my brother was like, the serious, professional type of boy that always had a goal or something set for him and onetime I told him his lifestyle was so boring and he needed to have fun. I was technically his example of fun, but I usually got hurt and tore my stockings climbing trees." I state. "Can we do some more mature ones?"
"Sure, let's see. Would you prefer sex during the day or at night?" He smirks, as he sees my facial expression.
"Not that mature," I reply. "Good Lord what goes on in your brain?"
"You," he comments, "Let's skip that one."
"Great idea," I say sarcastically.
"So, would you rather be in a fight or be the cause?" he questions.
"I think I'd rather be in a fight because I've been in a lot, I was a pretty selfish child sometimes. Sketch told me that onetime Davey fought Oscar for her ad he got whooped badly, and she felt guilty about the fight for at least a week." I say, remembering our conversation.
"Well, that was fun," Ike smiles as we hear our beautiful clock chime. "Are you still bored?"
"Nope," I glow as he gets up from the bed. "Where are you going? Don't leave me," I yell sarcastically. He comes back in the bedroom a few minutes later with a handful of muffins. This can't be good.