3 March 2013
Paul kept drawing people and I kept cutting them out. It was fun, but so childish. I had to keep reminding myself he was a five year old in a sixteen year old's body. Soon, we were giggling again, him and I. I guess I couldn't enjoy making him mad for too long. Making him happy was so much better. It was time for pizza, so we all went downstairs, serving ourselves and sitting down. I sat across from him, and he talked only to me, smiling. "Hey, Sally!" Heather cried from across the table. Me and Paul stopped talking, looking at her. "Well, you guys are having your own conversation," Heather said, with a gleam in her eye. "Me and Sally will have one, too." Soon, we were laughing and eating. "Why are the siblings sitting where the parents should be?" Sally asked slyly. Paul looked at her. You see, Sally, Heather, and I have had a very long on-going joke that comes from Heather and Sally disliking their parents severely. I told them they could be my daughters, because I actually love them and see how special they are. Then, Sally asked who the father would be. "Paul, of course," Heather said, laughing. I blushed, but couldn't object. So for months now, Sally and Heather have been, just for kicks, treating Paul and I like their parents. Paul hasn't really caught on yet. Sally giggled, looking at me. I took a sip of my drink and looked away, shyly. "What do you mean?" Paul asked, frowning. "Em is our mom," Heather chuckled. Paul blinked. "Where am I in this family?" Sally bit her lip. "You don't exist," I lied. "Now go away." He snorted. "Paul, can you get me more Coke?" Sally asked. He got up and poured her some. "Thanks, daddy," she smirked. My breath caught in my throat. He looked at her, and then looked at me. "You're welcome, sweetie," he said, smirking. I coughed, shoving another bite of pizza in my mouth. Heather erupted into giggles. After dinner, we began to clean up. I helped, but as I walked in with a plate, Paul had a surprise for me. I closed my eyes as the water drops hit my face. Slamming the paper plate down, I lunged for him. "No, no, no!" He cried, backing away. He grabbed my arms and I rolled my eyes as we wrestled again. So much for not "flirting". "Guys!" Sally barked. "Quit it!" But we kept doing it. He laughed, I laughed. I punched him in the arm and turned around, feeling a slap on my own arm. "Ow!" I yelled, whirling on him. "GUYS!" We came to a stop, staring at Sally. She shook her head, smiling. "Thank you." As soon as the dinner dishes were cleared, we all sat down on the couch, me on Sally's lap. Without warning, Paul put his arms around all of us and pulled us into him. I fell onto someone's lap, my head resting on their chest. "Who am I on?" I mumbled, struggling under the weight of someone on me. "You're on me," Paul chuckled. My eyes widened. I tried to get off, but I couldn't pull myself up. I awkwardly stayed on his lap, squirming. He laughed, but I did not find it funny. I wondered why he hadn't pushed me off, or why my body had decided not to let me push *myself* off. But finally, I got off, blushing profusely. He didn't look bothered at all. I decided to go to a chair, away from them, and sit calmly. Paul looked at me, and then looked at Heather. Then, he laid his head on her shoulder. Heather tensed up and pushed him off. It was the exact opposite of what Carrie had done. He laughed, and looked at me again. I looked away, pretending to fix my hair. I spied the cat, laying on the floor, and crawled over to her. Paul came too. My shirt rode up a bit, and I felt a gentle touch on my back. "What are you doing?" I demanded, looking up at him. "I'm tickling your back." "Don't *do* that!" I cried, slapping his hand away. "Why?" I touched the cat gently, feeling her soft fur. "Just...don't." He bent down next to me, our heads close. I pulled away, still petting the cat.
For someone who tells me we can't flirt, he sure loves to touch me.
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