"Woah!" Bryson yelled, stumbling back onto the couch, Roxy laying on top of him. Paige giggled and rushed at them, wiggling her fingers and poking Bryson's side.
Roxy laughed, clutching on to Bryson as he toppled over for support. After they had hit the couch, she picked up her head to find herself laying on top of him, his face only a few inches away from hers. “Kiss him,” some urge inside her screamed. Her heart pounded loud in her ears as her cheeks heated up, still keeping eye contact with him. Swallowing down her feelings, she finally sat up, adjusting herself, pretending that never happened. Fixing her hair, she giggled and yelled, “Yeah, you get him Paige!”
Bryson noticed how close their faces got, and he noticed her blush. He instinctively blushed too but didn't have time to do much else before Paige was poking at his sides again.
"Paige!" he snapped teasingly. She giggled and ran upstairs, making kissy noises before disappearing from sight.
Roxy shook her head as Paige disappeared. “That dork,” she awkwardly laughed in response to the kissing noises she was making. Crossing her legs under herself, she turned to get a better look at Bryson. She narrowed her eyes a little, swearing that she saw the smallest hint of a blush on him. She couldn’t help the half smirk that lit up her face. “So, loser,” she winked. “What’s up? Whatcha wanna do?”
"Um, hi. How are you? Oh, that's good. I'm fine, thanks for asking," Bryson chatted with 'himself' sarcastically, but was smiling to say that it was all in good fun.
Smiling, she leaned forward and lightly slapped his arm. “Stop it you dork!! You know I was only kidding with you!” She stayed leaning against his arm, looking up into his face. She stuck out her tongue for a second, trying to get a reaction for her point.
"Dork! The word of the day!" Bryson exclaimed.
This time she slapped the side of his head, lightly, in a joking manner of course. “You stop it!! Leave me alone,” she fake whined, making a pouty face.
He caught her wrist and grinned. "Something wrong, sweetheart?" he asked sweetly.
Grinning back, she whined, “Yes, something is wrong! There’s this big meanie-head who won’t stop making fun of me!!” She sagged her shoulders and tried to make herself look even more pathetic.
"How sad!" Bryson said sympathetically, not letting go of her wrist. "I wonder who it is. Whoever it is, I'll beat them up!"
She sniffled, now pretending to cry. “When you do figure out who it is, you really should beat them up! It would make me feel,” She sniffled again. “ A lot better..” Roxy now started to notice that he was still holding her wrist. She didn’t complain or anything, not yet. just got curious to why he was still holding on to her.
In all honesty, Bryson forgot that he was holding onto her wrist still. He was so caught up in the teasing act. "Anything for you, dear. I'll beat them to a-" He realized that he was holding on and quickly let go, covering his embarrassment by punching his palm heavily and finishing his thought. "Pulp!"
She giggled, all real, not forced for the front they were putting on. After he let go of her wrist she folded her hands in her lap, and leaned in towards him. “You really are my night in shining armor,” she laughed, winking.
"I try," he replied with a grin.
“Hmm, you really couldn’t tell,” she giggled. Running her hand through her hair, she finally managed to get her laughter and breathing under control. She flopped backwards, leaning against the arm of the couch, still giving him an amused look.
"What's that look for?" he asked jokingly, watching the expressions on her face.
"Oh, nothing in particular." She leaned her head against her hand. "Just, you," she shook her head slightly.
"What about, me?" he asked slyly. He poked her stomach, right where she was ticklish.
She gave a small shriek of laughter, then jumped forward, covering her stomach with her arms. “Stop it!” She rolled her eyes. “I’m totally not telling you now!” She curled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them.
He grinned and put one hand on her shoulder and one hand on her knees, jokingly trying to prey her apart. "Come onnnnnn, now I'm really curious!"
Smirking, she shrugged and replied, “Never! You’d have to make me.” Challenge edged her voice as triumphant look crossed her face, almost like she was thinking she already won.
Bryson scooped her up in his arms, practically bridal style, and carried her up the stairs. "Oh, I'll make you."
Roxy squeeled a little bit at being picked up, before starting to squirm in his grip. “Bryson! No, what are you doing!?”
"Making you tell me," he answered simply.
She stopped moving and glared into his eyes. “I’m not gonna let you get that satisfaction.” That cocky half smirk returned.
"Tell me now and spare the pain," he warned.
“Hmm, I don’t know.” She leaned in to him. “I think I’m enjoying this challenge.”
At this, he startled. Why was she leaning into him? He tried to control his blush. "Well then," he said, switching to an announcing voice, "welcome to Bryson's Truth Torture Chamber!" They'd entered his bedroom.
Having no place to look but up at him, she totally noticed his blush. It took all her self control not to get pink faced over all the mixed thoughts crossing her mind of what that could mean. “Yippee,” she sarcastically monotoned. Getting the normal tone back to her voice, she added, “All your hard work and it’s going to be in vain, how tragic.” She flashed a grin.
