I always do this! The last chapter 16 was unrevised, this is the right one guys.

Tickling had become a re-occurrence in my life . Spot had attacked me at least five times in the last hour but that was only today. Yesterday I barely made it through the day. I was pretty sure he was still in the dining room but one couldn't be too careful with these sort of things.

Navigating the hallways of the Conlon's house in the dark was not an easy task to do. They had decorations and statues that you could stub your toe on. Not that it happened to me or anything it was just an observation.

The room was only a few paces away if I could just make it there I'd be fine. Expecting Spot to jump out at any moment, I dashed as quickly as I could out of the shadows and turned the knob, closing the door behind me in a rush. I leaned against it and sighed in relief. Pushing off I began to saunter towards the bathroom but then stopped. What if he was in the room?

I broke into a defensive pose and looked around. What I saw was clear, but what about underneath the bed? I ran towards it and looked, it was clear. With a sigh, I stood and started to go back to the bathroom but not without caution. Halfway there I remembered to get my nightgown, keeping in mind that Spot might pop up any minute. When I go it out of the drawer, I headed back towards the bathroom, like the rest of the room it was also empty. I changed quickly and brushed my teeth.

Exiting, I scanned the entire room, empty.

Full of relief, I calmly made my way to the bed and pulled down the red covers, and settled myself and waited and waited and waited and - SPOT!

Narrowing my eyes, I regained a defensive pose but he ignored me and went into the bathroom.

I tapped my fingers on the mattress. Why was I so restless? Oh I don't know because you might die from a tickle attack.

Its not that bad

What? What are you saying brain?

I'm saying that its not that bad

How could it not be bad? Its tickles!

Yes but there Spot tickles...

Don't go there

Violet, you must admit that you love the fact that he always get so close

I told you not to go there!

How when he stops, his fingers usually linger longer then they should

Shut Up! Shut Up!

Or how he is close enough to kiss

You did not just say that!

I didn't know what was worse that I talked to a little voice in my head or what the voice said.

Didn't matter, this had to stop. My cheeks were a fiery inferno, with all this Spot talk.

Of course Spot decided this moment was the perfect moment to walk out of the bathroom, shirtless.

I let out a loud groan and threw the pillow over my head and then the covers. I was staying in here forever.

Your life is turning into a cliche, Violet.

"What was that?" Spot asked.

How did I approach the situation?

Hermit tactic seemed the way to go.

"Violet..."

Don't say my name like that, the voice in my head will go even crazier.

"You can't ignore me"

Yes I can, just watch.

"I'll tickle you"

No don't do that! Don't help the voice in my head!

The bed dipped, he was coming closer! What did I do?! Remain calm! Remain Calm!

I threw the sheets off and got out of the bed. The pillow went flying.

What did I say?

"I need um.. a...air!" The words were rushed and as shaky as my hands.

His face was the exact definition of confusion but I didn't want to wait for his response, with flushed cheeks I exited the room.

Once the door closed behind me, I let out an annoyed groan that I'm sure Spot heard and began to wander the halls.

Thirty minutes later I was back at the same door, staring at it. I had to go in, I just couldn't hide out in the dark forever as much as I wanted to.

With a deep a breath, I turned the knob and entered the room. Spot had turned off the lamps but I could still see his shape, on the bed, where I had to go to.

Like a turtle, I took quiet steps, and got on the bed. I pulled the covers over myself, I laid there and twiddled my thumbs.

It felt like hours before I finally closed my eyes and got some sleep.

When I woke, light was streaming through the two windows in the room.

I felt snug and warm, it was the perfect sleeping condition, that was until I opened my eyes. Spot was centimeters from me, our legs were pressed up together and I freaked. My arms flailed as I tried to get away, the covers wrapped themselves around my legs as I thrashed, I'm pretty sure I kicked Spot in the process.

After all of that, I ended up facing the floor.

"What?" I heard a sleepy Spot say from the bed.

Maybe I should just stay on the ground, forever.

"Violet...What are you doing on the floor?" I heard Spot huff in annoyance. He huffed a lot.

I should just tell him and save myself the pain.

"Leave me here, there is no hope for me"

"This again? Violet I told you, Who cares if you got drunk and danced? Its not that big of a deal"

Oh what woe you bring me.

"If only it were that my friend"

Why did I say that?!I could of played it off!

Spot's feet hit the ground on my side.

"I missed you last night"

Oh no! He was on to me!

"It was lonely without you"

"I was only gone for half an hour" I said, my breaths were coming in short. What was he doing?

"Really? Felt longer then that" Spot walked off towards the bathroom. Phew, his gone.

Standing from the floor, I threw the sheets on the bed and stretched. My heart was still beating against my ears. This was unacceptable, I couldn't like Spot, he was supposed to be the guy I saw every ten years at a little cafe where we would talk about life and stuff.

He was handsome, very handsome and I was decent looking, he had every girl eating out of his palm, some guys would just budge in front of me in line and then apologize because they swore they hadn't seen me. Spot was a leader, I was a follower. His parents were rich, mine were dead. He knew how to walk the streets, I usually barely made it out alive. He got his point across, I took ages to explain what I meant. In a fight-or-flight situation I was the flight he was the fight.

There was only one way to fix this; I had to be rejected.

I know, I know. I'm an idiot but if I wanted to make these feelings go away, all I had to do was make Spot rejected me.

He was a flirt, that was what all this nonsense about missing me was.

"Spot?" I called out. He was my friend, my very flirty friend.

"Yeah?" He answered, coming out of the bathroom and leaning up against the door frame.

"If you're parents were to ask you how much you cared about me what would you say?" I asked, with my hands at my hips, awaiting that bittersweet rejection.

"A lot" He answered.

"How much?" I needed a clear rejection "Like yeah she's my friend or yeah she-"

He cut me off "Or is she something more?"

No that's not what I was going to ask!

Yeah you were

Not now.

Spot walked closer "Is that what you were going to ask?"

I was stupid! Where on earth did I get the guts to be so bold?

I stayed quiet as he approached.

"Because if that was what you were going to ask...I'd let you know that maybe...I want to be what my parents think we are"

Earth swallow me whole.

My physical reaction was nothing out of the ordinary when it came to Spot, I blushed, I couldn't breath and my hands and feet shook.

"Are you going to say anything or are you just going to stare at me?"

Silence...

My feet where glued to the ground other wise I would have ran out.

So I did the only thing that my dorky brain could could come up with, I gave him two thumbs up.