Chapter 4

"Right, x, right, left, right, R1, right, left, x, triangle!" I snapped, my fingers flying over the controller as I used the invincibility cheat for GTA.

"What the fuck, Winter?" Ben hissed, his teeth bared as his fingers viciously flew over his own controller.

"Not my fault you don't have cheats memorized," I chuckled, allowing my character to get shot at without worry. Ben, however, continued to have to duck and dodge.

"I don't cheat," he growled, seeming extremely focused.

"You just hack," I sneered, right as his character died.

I turned, facing him with a smug expression on my face. His mouth was dropped open in shock.

"I'm a winner," I sung, doing a small happy dance in my chair.

He grimaced, crossing his arms in front of him. "If you wouldn't have used fucking cheats you would have been done for a while back. So technically I am the winner," he spat, although a small smirk began to lighten his features.

"Whatever makes you feel better, Benny," I chuckled, turning off my controller and the TV.

"Don't call me that," he moaned, his head falling back against the chair.

"Don't call me Winter and I wont call you Benny," I replied, trying to strike a deal.

He scowled at me, reaching up and adjusting his hat. It seemed just a tad bit too large for his head.

"No deal."

I rolled my eyes, just as there was a knock on the door. My head snapped over to Ben as he froze.

"It's probably Darren," I murmured. "Stupid boy, I told him to call me before he comes over."

Ben offered no reply as he turned off his controller, sitting in down on the arm of the chair.

"Alright, well, shoo," I flicked my fingers at him, signaling for him to go away.

"Why do I have to leave for? I can't meet your friend?" he asked, smirking. His teeth sharpened to points, malice shining.

"No," I snapped, pointing to the TV. "Get your ass back in that game before I have to kick it!"

He leaned back on the chair, propping his feet up just as another knock sounded. "Nah, I don't really feel like it."

"Quit quoting Spongebob and get the fuck lost, Ben!" I laughed.

"Ugh, fine, fine. Only because you asked so nicely," he chuckled. "I'll be back, Winter. We still have a game to finish," he winked, before walking over to the TV. "Oh, and by the way. I wouldn't talk to Derek about me. He'll probably think you're off your nut," he snickered.

"It's Darren. And I wasn't planning on it," I replied, throwing a timid smile.

"Alrighty. See ya later sweet cheeks."

With that, Ben crawled through the screen, leaving me alone in the dark basement. Stupid elf. Now I'm gonna have to replace all of the lights. I sighed, walking up the stairs to hear frantic pounding on the door.

"Winnie! Let me in!" I heard Darren whine. "I saw your car in the driveway, don't ignore me!" Ugh, he was such a child! Then again, I was too.

I slung the door open, glaring at him. He grinned instantly, the usual sparkle in his honey eyes.

"Guess what," he hurriedly said, bouncing where he stood.

"Um, something so important that you decided to walk to my house and tell me?" I laughed, stepping to the side as he walked in.

"Well, partially. I was also bored, but I had to tell you this immediately! And ya know, phones are for chumps."

I rolled my eyes as he headed for the basement. He had his favorite band tee on of Black Veil Brides, along with his usual ripped jeans and dark grey beanie.

"Well don't keep me waiting," I sighed, following his lead down the stairs. "By the way, I need to fix all the lights in here," I murmured.

"What happened to all of them?" he asked, squinting his eyes as he tried to see better.

"A demon elf came and caused them all to explode."

A roar of laughter tumbled from his lips as he nearly doubled over. Heh. He doesn't know it's true. If Ben's watching I bet his getting a kick out of it.

"Damn, Winnie, you have jokes ready on the whim!" he giggled. "But yeah, I'll help you replace the bulbs. There might have been a power surge or something," he murmured, turning and walking back up the stairs. "Anyway, you know that little shopping center down the street?" he asked, as I led him to the garage.

"Yeah, why?" I asked, finding the spare light bulbs. I handed him a few, then gathered some in my hands.

"They are putting a Gamestop in it! We wont have to drive all the way to the mall to get to it anymore!" he cheered, almost dropping a light bulb in the process.

"That's great!" I smiled, walking back to the basement. "And very convenient."

"Yeah. We could have just waited and gone there to get Majora's Mask. Ya know, instead of getting a fucked up one," he snickered.

"It's relatively old, Darren, I don't even know if they sell it anymore. Online is our best option, but it doesn't really matter," I whispered, putting a new light bulb in the lamp that sat in the corner. I dropped the old broken one to the ground. I flicked it on, offering some light into the room.

We continued around, replacing the light bulbs until all were fixed. Darren slumped into the theater chair Ben sat in, glancing down at his watch.

"It's getting late, and we have school tomorrow," he sighed.

I frowned, sitting down next to him. "How about we skip tomorrow," I offered, a hopeful smile on my face.

"C'mon, Winnie. We already went over the days we can miss. What are you on now, fifteen?" he chuckled.

"I made them up on the weekends… it's better to go when a lot of others aren't," I whispered, my grey eyes casting to the floor.

"Yeah, I understand. But we have to go, you know that. Try to get a good nights sleep, and I'll see you tomorrow," he murmured, standing. I knew he wasn't looking forward to it either.

"Alright. Laters," I replied, as he stood up, walking up the stairs. I heard the door slam, but I stayed put.

I wonder if Ben was coming back. Part of me really wouldn't mind it if he did. In fact, I could use the company. As if he read my mind, I saw the TV begin to glitch. Static danced across the screen as a break appeared, Ben pulling himself out of it. He smirked, dropping to his feet as the TV returned to normal.

"Hiya Benny," I giggled, watching as his smirk disintegrated.

"Stop it! Damn, it's hard enough to deal with Sally calling me that," he growled, face palming. "So, what was so important that your bestie had to tell you?" he questioned, coming and plopping down next to me.

"That they are opening a Gamestop down the street. That should interest you as well."

"Cool. I see you fixed the lights," he mumbled, looking around.

"Yep."

"You are still weird."

"So are you, demon elf." He rolled his red pupils, popping his knuckles as he sat there. "Are ya still gonna try to kill me?" I asked, my grey eyes searching his.

"Yep."

"That's just lovely," I murmured, my eyes dropping to the ground.

"Psh, I didn't say when," he smirked.

"You still want to."

"Never said I wanted to."

"Then why are you?"

"Hello? It's in my job description, little human."

"Is it also in your job description to wear a dress?"

His eyes were like daggers as he stared at me. "Don't push me, doll."

I slowly moved my hand forward, lightly shoving his shoulder. "Now watcha gonna do about it?" I grinned, as he scrunched his eyes shut. He massaged his temples as I laughed.

"Yep. You're a strange one, alright."

"Gotta problem with it?"

"Perhaps."

"So," I breathed, trying to think of something to say. "If you had a cookie, who would you give it to?"

He chuckled, shaking his head. "Myself."

"That's cheating!" I sang, smirking at him.

"No it isn't. There is no rule book on who you can give cookies to," he snickered.

"How do you know?"

"Cause I'm smart."

"What's the square root of pie?"

"A number."

"See, you're not that smart!"

"Yes I am, I answered your question. The square root of pie, is in fact, a number."

"What's the number?"

"It's between one and ten. Take your pick."

I groaned, leaning back on the chair. I can already see that this is just the beginning of our smartass wars.

That is, if he doesn't kill me first.

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