Games Make the World Go Round.

So far, in the pocket of my jeans I have found; one used match, a paper clip, a piece of paper with the words ‘don’t forget’ written on it…really useful I know…and an empty chocolate wrapper. None of which will help me escape. I should know, I’ve tried.

Though I must say, when I threw the paper clip at Tom’s head it did make him jump, which made me laugh. Except for now, he won’t look at me, which would be great and all, but I just know Tina won’t let me out of here until we talk. And she’ll know if we’ve talked…she’s weird like that.

“Tom?”

See, look at me, I’m making an effort to talk to him…he’s the one being an ass. It’s not my fault my aim chose to be good today. Usually, I can’t aim to save my life. 

“I’m not talking to you.”

…How does that work? He IS talking to me right because he just TOLD me he wasn’t. So technically, he’s talking to me. Even if it is to tell me he isn’t. God, he makes me confuse myself.

“Don’t be an arse. It’s quite obvious you’re talking to me…or are you possessed now? Did someone take over your body and force you to say something to me?”

Well, at least he turned to face me. That’s a good thing right? I mean, the fact that the vein in his forehead is sticking out and he’s quite red just means he’s…hot? Yes, hot, he is in no possible way angry with me. Nope, for I have done nothing wrong.

“Yes Sam, I’m possessed. Lord knows it would make sense I mean, why else would I kiss you of all people?”

Ouch.

That hurt.

He doesn’t mean it though right? Or maybe he does. Maybe that’s why he went and kissed that…that…bitch! Well, quite frankly, I’m glad my paper clip hit him, in fact, I wish it had been a rock instead…and I wish it had hit him where the sun don’t shine. Note to self: carry rocks in trouser pockets.

Using me, ME of all people. I’m his BEST friend. Does this not count for anything now a day’s? I remember in the good old days, back when we were four and playing with the hose pipes in my back garden…and wait, how old am I? Seventy?

“I don’t know. Why did you kiss me? Enjoy hurting me?”

Hang on, where is this coming from. I swear my mouth and brain are not connected. I’m not hurt by what he said. Not one bit. In fact, I’m annoyed with him…no really, I am. The fact that I can’t look him in the eyes and that my eyes are watery does not mean anything.  Nor does it mean anything that I have turned away from him and am concentrating on the very blank, very white wall in front of me.

It doesn’t I tell you. He has not hurt me.

…Why isn’t he answering me? Does he hate me that much?

“Tom?”

Will not turn around to look at him. God dammit, I have no control over my body. Maybe I’m the one who’s possessed…

His eyes are watery too. Maybe it’s something in the air? I wouldn’t put it past Tina to poison us, it’s probably some drug that will turn us to mush and we’ll end up actually talking about how we feel and stuff…or not.

“I’m so sorry Sam. I didn’t mean what I sad. Oh God, I am an ass. I am a complete bastard and I deserve to die.”

He bloody does not deserve to die. What pea-brained idiot has made him think that? No, it wasn’t me…was it? He’s not feeling bad because of me right? I mean, I don’t want him to feel bad. I want him to be happy and…well, kissing me!

“Yeah, you are. But at least you’re a cute bastard right?”

He’s smiling. Have I mentioned ever just how much I like his smile? Well, how much I like it right now at least…I can’t really remember a time I’ve ever thought about it before, I’m usually too busy drooling over him. Not that I drool over him. That would be disgusting and just plain weird…

“Sam?”

I like the way he says my name. Hell, I like the way he says everything. But I maybe slightly biased, I mean, I am kind of in love? Lust? With the guy aren’t I…Heh, maybe I won’t answer so I can hear him say it again…

“Yeah?”

Damn my traitorous mouth. Damn it to hell. I will train my mouth to obey me one of these days. It can be done I tell you!

“I love you.”

…He…he, he loves me! Damn if that isn’t better than him saying my name. I officially love my mouth. Oh yes, it can disobey me when ever it wants, that is of course, as long as it gets me results like this!

Wait, do I say it back? I don’t know what to do…Gah! Okay, I could say it back because he is kind of looking at me expectantly, but then I really want to kiss him. But then, I want him to say it again, and I think he’ll only say it again if I tell him I love him too. But seriously, I REALLY need to kiss him.

Dammit. What do I do?

“Sam? Did you hear me? I’ve just told you I love you and you’re…spacing out?”

I’m NOT SPACING OUT! Oh wait, he can’t here me. Why isn’t my mouth moving? Maybe I’ve gone into shock. I wonder if that’s ever happened before…wouldn’t that be awful if you told someone you loved them and caused them to go into shock. Or made them have a heart attack…

Wait, I really should be working on the whole ‘speech’ thing right about now. He’s looking kind of…depressed. Does he think I don’t like him? No dammit, I DO LIKE YOU. LOVE YOU EVEN.

WORK MOUTH WORK!

“Sam?”

“WORK!”

Shit! Don’t work YET! Or if you’re going to work say something intelligent and actually on the topic of conversation.

“What?”

Well, at least he’s smiling. Wait, is he laughing…at me? Oh no, he best not be laughing at me. Does the boy want me to kick his ass? I mean really, I’d much rather make out with him…

“Don’t laugh at me. It’s not nice to laugh at the guy that’s in love with you, you know.”

That shut him up. What did I say that would make him…oh. Well, I guess that clears that up. I’m in love. Not lust!

“Tom?”

I think he’s dead, or comatose. Because he’s not moving, and his eyes are kind of wide and his breathing is shallow and…oh God, did I kill him? No, that’s not possible. See what all my thinking about heart attacks does.

“TOM?”

…He’s still not moving. Maybe I should call for help? But call WHO? I’m in a closet and I don’t think I can make a phone out of the things left in my pocket.

“…Sam?”

Oh look, he’s alive! Thank God! Maybe I should kiss him now, in case he does the whole scary, comatose type thing again.

…Well, that worked well didn’t it. I go to kiss the fool, and he goes to kiss me and…we miss. I get his cheek and he gets my ear!

See, it’s always a bad idea to lock people in closets, especially when they’re nervous as hell and always seem to make a habit of saying and doing the wrong things at the wrong time. Actually, I’d say it was a bad idea to lock ANYONE in a closet. Quite possibly illegal too. I should look into that, it’s always good to have a way to blackmail Tina.

Not that I’d ever blackmail Tina. No, I’m way too nice for that.

“Can you stop talking to yourself inside that little head of yours. Here I am attempting to come onto you and you’re SPACING OUT.”

Shit, do I space out when I think? I mean, I know I have a tendency to talk to myself quite a lot but I figured I just carried on with things like I would do normally. At least, you’d think I would have learned to by now…

“Sorry?”

He’s suddenly got this little glint in his eye. And he’s smirking. And yes, it’s most definitely a predatory smirk. Nothing good can come of this. No wait…maybe he’s going to jump me or something, or at least kiss me…

I’m up for either one…

“I don’t want an apology Sam. At least, not a verbal apology…”

And I can feel a grin on my face. I must look like a maniac, or an idiot. But who cares, I get what I want right…

So, why isn’t he kissing me yet?

I know he knows how to kiss me. He’s done it twice tonight already. And if I do say so myself, does the boy know how to kiss or what!

“Kiss me already dammit.”

That’s better.

Is that a door opening? Ahh, who cares…

“Okay you guys, you can come out now! We know you’ve made up! So, come out and tell us how it went!”

Fucking hell, she just HAD to ruin the kiss didn’t she? And opening the door like that, we could have been naked or fighting to the death or…oh, so it was a door opening…

And Goddammit, can’t a guy just kiss in peace?

“Go ‘way Tina. Kissing here dammit.”

She smirks, winks and then closes the door.

See, this is right; the night should finish where it started. And I’m never going to look at any type of closet in the same light again. Ever.

Now, where did those lips go?

A/N.

Okay, I know I said I’d update it the weekend after the last post and this is like a month and almost three weeks later but…I’ve had issues and then I finally finished it last week and I was debating with myself whether or not I liked it and…(Yes, we ALL talk to ourselves, have arguments with ourselves and then become moody when we disagree with ourselves…don’t act like you don’t know what I’m on about!)

ANYWAY well, I figured I should post it, if I change my mind I’ll repost it!

So, I am SO bloody sorry.

And thank you to everyone that reviewed and will review. I would put your names down and make it more personal but if I don’t post this now, I’ll back out!

SO THANK YOU!