Comical relief in a story or in something so heated you’d swear you’ll die; helps bring the rising hold on people down a few notches. I became the comical relief.
I began snickering.
They turned into giggles.
Then I was on the floor laughing unable to stop myself before it happened.
“You…guys…are…scared…of…your…girlfriends!” Crystal coloured tears dripped from my eyes.
Holding my stomach I tried calming down.
“20 seconds.” Osheianna smirked finding just as much enjoyment in this as I did.
“Anika pretend to be Rayne’s girlfriend or love interest.” Kyan came hurriedly.
“How about …NO.” I wasn’t pretending. We both would start something we just finished avoiding.
“Seriously! Hurry up!” Meric pleaded.
I shook my head, again not what they were asking.
“10 seconds.”
“Now!”
“Nope.”
“6 seconds.”
“Anika you have to!”
“I’m not doing it.”
“2 seconds.”
“Sorry to burst your bubble guys but-“
I was cut off guard as Rayne shot on top of me, placing his arms around my waist and pulling meinto a full blown kiss on the lips.
“Oh my soul!” The door flew open; the girlfriends have arrived.
