Twister

Emily curses for the hundredth time in the past half an hour. How she gets herself into messes like this, is something she stopped contemplating on ages ago. Especially when it comes to Mariam.

"Quit poking me with your knee. Ow!"

She readjusts her knee to dig deeper into the other girls' ribs, prompting another grunt of pain. Yes, messes like this –with Mariam practically draped over Emily's body as she reaches for the bright yellow dot over Emily's shoulders by the mere use of her elbow—were, too often a result of Mariam's 'we never spend any time together' followed by a series of suggestions, the least painful of which to chose from today was this.

A freaking game of harmless twister.

Or Emily had thought would be harmless.

"Why the hell are you using your elbow when you can use your Goddamned hands!"
"Because!"

It started innocently enough, with both on the other side of the twister mat. But somewhere along the way, she began noticing it and found it quite annoying how Mariam was pressing her palms on the blue dot next to Emily's stomach than the one next her own. Or how her feet managed to always find their way on the red spot next to her legs, rather than the one right next to the blue one she was already standing on. Now, with her back only inches from the floor, and Mariam's knees touching one of hers, and her long, long blue hair (which, for some God forsaken reason, she had decided to let down) tickling her neck and a look of something downright mischievous on her face, Emily doubts the intentions involved.

"I am never agreeing to anything you ever say again." She mutters, only to find Mariam's grin widen. She stops reaching for the spot she was reaching for, to angle her head towards Emily.

"But this is so much fun." She mocks, her minty breath blowing on Emily's face and something jitters in her stomach in response, making her curse yet again. She contemplates on quitting once more, but as much as she doesn't want a part of Mariam and her incessant wooing and constant 'time together', she was adamant not to lose.

It sucked how Mariam was aware of that too, and was using it to her advantage.

So when Emily does lose, falling down flat on the mat on her stomach, Mariam –who would have normally laughed her loud laugh at winning (oh, how she loved winning) at something— nonchalantly lays down next to her, and starts fingering Emily's locks, talking about how they should go to the mall tomorrow and get her a haircut.

As if she expected it!

"I know you have a date with Rick tomorrow and all," Mariam continues, "But come on, ditch him. Please? I obviously love you more. And you know it."

And really, it makes every level of sense that the words she hears when she furiously gets up, grabs her things from the coffee table and stomps out of Mariam's apartment, are Mariam's loud and proud ones, "Wrestling tomorrow, then?"

Authors note:

Ahem. Don't ask. This was spontaneous. I wrote it out of pure amusement and a random challenge. I've never attempted a shoujo ai before O_o And I wanted to today. So I did it.

And, ooh, because I love KHL ^_^ And, no people, it's not in a homosexual way. Although, I do think it would be pretty successful if it were. Bleh.

Annddd, I said too much. This was slightly murky, I had a little trouble with the tenses and KHL's my BETA and this was a surprise for her so I couldn't get it fixed.

Let me know what you guys thought ^_^ Please?