Paige & Darren Private one-on-one (@Typhoon1912)

Darren wrapped his arms around her again, the rest of him relaxed completely with a happy sigh.

Paige didn't speak at all. She wanted this moment to be pure, and it was.

He was happy with holding her, content with the thought of staying with her here forever.

Paige shivered suddenly. She cuddled into Darren.

“Cold?” He asked quietly already looking around for something to cover her up with.

"Maybe a little," Paige admitted.

Darren laid a blanket over her and cuddle her closer, "Better?"

"Let me think… yes."

Darren laughed, "Then suddenly her brother walked in," He narrated.

As if on cue, the door opened. Paige jolted. "Way to jinx it," she muttered.

Darren almost fell off the bed, this looked wrong but hey, could have been worse. "Hey there!"

Darren's momentum actually transferred to Paige and she tumbled off the bed, the blanket wrapped around her like a burrito.
Bryson froze, taking in the scene.

"That was not what it looked like," He said defensively, his messed up hair from the pillow didn't help his case.

"Really? Then explain what you were doing," Bryson demanded, his protective instinct quickly returning.

"J-Just, uhh, laying there?" Why did he sound so unsure…

"Were you on top of her?"
Paige was straining to get up. When did she get this blanket? It was strong.

"I– We– Uhh– No," What they were doing was innocent right? Why was he freaking out?

"I don't believe you. That's certainly what it looked like."

Paige muttered under her breath about the blanket.

Darren got up to help her with the blanket, "I'm sorry you don't believe me but that's not what was going on… this time," He added the last part quietly.

"Hmm? What was that last thing you said?" Bryson pressed.
"Bryson, stop!" Paige ordered from somewhere beneath the fabric.

Darren picked up the blanket with a chuckle when she fell out, "I said this time," Too much confidence… Oops.

"Oof!" Paige fell onto the carpet giggling. She didn't notice her brother until he spoke.
Bryson was fuming. "What?!?!"

"Calm down fido, nothing happened… Almost nothing," he chuckled. If his dad wouldn't have interrupted it could have been more than something.

"Almost? Almost nothing?!? What are you talking about?"

"Kissing… It's a thing that happens sometimes… I just lost my shirt in the process,"

"Dare…" Paige whispered.
"When?" Bryson asked evenly. Flatly. Without emotion.

Darren looked at Paige, After school, we weren't late due to traffic, I don't know why you bought that, there's never traffic,"

"Darren…" Paige shifted closer to him.
"When?" Bryson asked again coolly.

"After. School." He repeated, "As in we got done with school and then it happened,"

Bryson's fists clenched. He needed to hit something. And he needed to hit it now.
Paige noticed him tense up. "Bryson."