I'm so close! Only 4 more to go!
This one's probably not my best either, but I wanted to get this posted.
Also, thank you to UnknownFlux for prompt ideas and suggestions! This series will probably now last a little longer than 20 chapters...or I might make a new set of drabbles in a different fic.
By the way, does anyone else LOVE The Temper Trap like I do?
Chapter 16: Ichigo's POV.
We fought for ten minutes over which movie to watch. Insisting on an old comedy, you nearly threw my action movie out of my living room window before I reluctantly agreed.
After I put the movie in, we sat down on my family's couch (not too close, but not too far apart). Three minutes into the movie, the screen turned black and lights went out.
"Wha's going on?" you asked, looking around.
BOOM
"Oh…great." I sighed as the rain started pounding down on the streets outside.
"So much for that movie," you said, reaching for the bowl of popcorn sitting between us.
I nodded absent-mindedly, staring at our reflection in the black TV screen. You sat on my right, legs casually crossed and leaning back on the cushions, chewing on popcorn. I sat with my legs apart, leaning forward on my arms. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, listening to the storm outside.
"So… ya got any flashlights or something?"
I snapped out of my funk, looking back at our reflection. I saw that you were looking at me questioningly. I turned my head to look at you.
"What?"
You rolled your eyes. "I asked if ya got any flashlights or something. It's kinda dark, if ya haven't noticed."
The words turned themselves over in my head. "Oh… flashlights." I stood and stretched, looking down at the bowl of popcorn. It was almost empty.
"Damn, fat-ass," I said, reaching down to take some of the remaining kernels. As I started toward my kitchen, your leg flew out and caught my foot. I flailed my arms and landed on the carpet hard as you laughed even harder, your hand reaching for the bowl again.
"You idiot! What was that for?" I growled angrily. You glanced down at me, still chuckling.
"Don't call me fat-ass, Strawberry."
I stood up, huffing angrily and crossing my arms.
"Fine. If you'd rather sit there in the dark, be my guest."
