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A/N: 14.12.2020
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“Guess who brought candy?” Zev sang when I opened the door for him. He raised a bag full of colorful candy, and I smiled widely. His smile was contagious.
“You?” I beamed.
“You bet I did,” he winked, putting a toffee flavored candy in my hand. We both unwrapped our toffees and popped it into our mouths, which had become a ritual to us whenever we met. Freddie and Parker came out of the living room to greet Zev.
“Ah, the famous Parker and the cute boy with freckles! I’ve heard so much about you two,” Zev said, shaking their hands. “It’s an honor.”
“You must be Zev,” Freddie smiled. “We have international law together, don’t we? I loved the presentation you gave last week on European human rights.”
“I’m glad you did. It took me way too much time to do the research.”
Freddie smiled. “Well, it was worth it. You were brilliant.”
Parker gagged.
“If you two lovebirds are finished flirting, let’s get this sleepover over with,” he said, taking my arm and pulling me to the living room with him.
“I have a boyfriend,” Freddie growled at him.
“And I have a girlfriend,” Zev chuckled.
“How tragic for you both,” Parker snorted.
He sat on the couch and I sat on the floor below him, hugging my knees to my chest. Parker asked me if I wanted to sit beside him, but I shook my head, saying that I preferred the floor. Freddie and Zev down beside each other. Freddie and I had prepared snacks and drinks earlier, and I reached out to grab the bottle of apple juice.
“So, what movie do you guys want to watch?” Freddie asked.
Parker took the bottle of apple juice and cracked the lid open for me, pouring me a cup and putting a metal straw in for me before setting the bottle back on the table.
“Thank you,” I smiled.
“I say we watch a horror movie,” Parker grunted.
“I hate horror movies,” Freddie frowned.
“Which is why we should watch one,” Parker grinned.
“Can we watch Stuart Little,” I asked, sipping my juice.
“The movie with the talking rat?” Parker grimaced as if I had punched him in the stomach.
“That’s Ratatouille,” Freddie said.
“I don’t think the rat spoke in Ratatouille,” Zev said, rubbing his jaw.
“Not to the humans, but to the other rats it did,” Freddie said.
“Well, duh, how else are rats supposed to communicate?” Parker snorted. We began losing track of our focus and our conversation digressed.
We spent around an hour talking and arguing about different movies. Freddie wanted to watch a documentary, Zev was open-minded to anything except for when Parker insisted we watch a horror movie. When he asked me again what I wanted to watch, I said I didn’t mind as long as we watched it together. We couldn’t decide, and Parker was running out of popcorn to throw at Freddie, so we decided to play rock paper scissors.
“Winner gets to choose which movie we watch,” Parker said, his dark eyes glistening with determination as he pulled up his sleeves, revealing his muscles and the veins that stretched down to his hands. “Losers get flicked on the forehead.”
“Won’t that hurt?” I asked. Parker rolled his eyes.
“That’s the point,” Parker grinned.
“The point of what?” I asked, scrunching my brows to try and understand. He ignored me.
“Alright, you guys ready?” He asked.
Despite Parker’s desire to inflict pain on his friends, I thought it was cute how his voice quickened when he was excited, and how he smiled like an excited child. His eyes met mine, and I felt butterflies tickle my stomach, and quickly averted my gaze. Why did I avert my gaze?
We all then shouted in unison, “Rock, paper, scissors!”
Parker played scissors, Freddie and I played paper, while Zev played rock. We repeated a few more rounds until Parker, Zev, and I played paper and Freddie rock.
“I always lose first,” he groaned miserably. Parker seemed too excited to flick him. Parker pushed Freddie’s bangs away, and I flinched when I heard his finger flick Freddie’s forehead. Freddie howled in pain, rubbing the sore area.
“Ouch!”
“That’s on you, loser,” Parker shrugged, looking happy and smug. Freddie narrowed his eyes before turning towards Zev, who was flexing his fingers. Freddie frowned with a gulp.
“Hey Zev, you’ll go easy on me, right?”
“Sorry, Fred,” he smiled apologetically, flicking Freddie, who hissed in pain.
Parker and Zev high fived and Freddie sulked, the skin on his forehead turning the same color as his hair. I got up and tried to flick Freddie, but accidentally flicked the strands of his hair instead.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I missed,” I frowned.
“Dandelion, you just missed a lifetime opportunity!” Parker cried.
“Can I try again?” I asked. Before Parker could scream yes, Zev came to Freddie’s rescue and lowered Freddie’s bangs, gently rearranging his hair.
“I think Fred’s gone through enough pain,” he chuckled.
“Don’t act innocent,” Freddie grumbled, pushing Zev’s hand away.
“Alright, next match,” Parker said. “You ready, dandelion?”
“Ye-“
“ROCK, PAPER, SCISSORS!” he screamed.
Zev lost, and Parker and I both flicked him. The ‘clack’ sound when Parker flicked him made me cringe. While Zev howled in pain, Freddie was on the floor dying from laughter.
Parker had the proudest smile on his face as if he had just won the Oscars. I looked at each one of my friends and smiled. Moments like these, the little ones, were the most precious memories.
We often remembered the big events that happened in our lives, but the most banal ones were the ones that truly made us happy. The forgettable moments which wouldn’t last more than a year in our minds, the moments where nothing seemed to be happening, were the best ones. I knew it was a helpless request, yet I begged my mind to never forget.
It was my turn to flick Zev, but Parker quickly stopped me.
“You’re not missing this one in a life opportunity again,” he said. “It’s all in the middle finger.”
“The middle finger?”
“Like this,” he said, rearranging my fingers for me. “Press the tip of your middle finger against your thumb, and then release.”
I did as he said and didn’t miss. It was as effective as Zev, but Parker seemed proud of me.
“Now it’s just you and me, dandelion.”
Part of me shifted at his words.
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
I looked down and realized that I lost. Parker didn’t seem as excited as I thought he would be. I pushed my bangs over my head and turned towards him.
“Go easy on him,” Freddie said worriedly when Parker began rolling his wrists.
“He’s going to fly across the room if you flick him too hard,” Zev frowned.
“Dandelion can handle it. He can handle anything, isn’t that right?” Parker said, winking at me. And despite losing, I felt like a winner.
Parker scooted closer towards me and I looked at him. We haven’t sat so closely since our bus ride to the mall.
“You ready?” he asked, flexing his fingers.
“I don’t think anyone is ready for pain.”
“Close your eyes. It’ll be over in a sec.”
I closed my eyes and waited for the pain. I felt a gentle gust of air instead.
“I missed,” Parker murmured. My eyes fluttered open and Parker who I couldn’t see a second ago was now before my eyes, and I felt so much relief.
“You never miss,” Freddie said in surprised. Parker shrugged.
“There’s a first for everything,” he grumbled.
Freddie and Zev shared a look and a wide smile spread across their faces as they began to nudge each other in the ribs, giggling like giddy girls.
Parker grabbed the closest cushion and threw it at them. Despite getting hit in the face, the two of them burst into laughter, laughing even harder.
“I’ll give you another chance,” I told Parker, worried that he was upset, but he had already gotten up and was heading to the front of the room where the DVD folder was at, picking out the movie we’d watch.
He chose a horror movie.
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