Crazy On You (Riley)

[Layla Harlow]

His Thor reference nearly made her just die in the middle of the street. She couldn’t believe Riley, snarky, irritatingly jerkish, Riley had made an Avengers reference. About Thor’s hammer nonetheless. She wondered if maybe, just maybe he was a lot different than he let on. Who knew, maybe he loved the Avengers just as much as she did, though that was quite the long shot.

Layla could think of something that might make Riley enjoy the rain a bit more. She’d always wanted a scene like in that cheesy chick-flick (that she didn’t particularly like, mind you) where they practically made out in the rain. It seemed like, when looking at it logically, a dumb idea seeing as how you could get sick, but looking at it romantically, well she was curious. And secretly, that was why she didn’t want to take shelter. She felt the rain coming down slowly and was glad she went a little lighter on the makeup so that it wouldn’t run down her face as much. Just as she went to answer him, his phone rang and she stood there awkwardly as he answered it.

By the sound of his voice, he was freaking out. Not in the way she had heard before, since he wasn’t really yelling, but he was worried. Really worried. Her eyebrows pulled together and as he turned saying that he had to leave, she frowned. Looks like she was on her own, finding her way home without running into anyone else that was freaky. But then he invited her to come and she nodded, “Yeah, I wouldn’t mind.” Anything was better than going home to find her parents sitting there all stern and judgmental. She started walking, not really wanting to waste any time, the girl didn’t sound very old by the way Riley was freaking out about it.

[Riley Coleson]

Riley had his own fair share of geekness in him, being a huge cartoon lover when he grew up. He also loved a fair share of movies. Avengers being one of them. Maybe it was the whole ordinary people with powers hiding their identity that attracted him, or just the fact that they were awesome, he didn't really now. Maybe even both.

It was a small, suburban house. The typical three-bedroom house with a white picked fence and a porch. The yard wasn't especially big neither on the front or the back. There were no cars parked in front of the house and all the windows were dark. Riley leapt up the steps and slowly opened the door, peeking his head inside. ''Kalila?'', he called out and stepped inside, keeping the door open for Layla. He turned on the lights and looked around. On their left there was a small, tidy kitchen that didn't seem like it was being used much, and to the right there was a just as tidy livingroom. In front of them there was a small hallway leading past the stairs going upstairs. ''Kal?'', he called again and turned as a sniffle sounded from the livingroom, and in the corner with the phone still in her hand sat a blonde, four year old girl crying her heart out.

Once she saw Riley she stood up and ran towards him. ''Ley-Ley!'', she called out and Riley bent down to catch her as she jumped up and wrapped her tiny arms his neck. ''God, Kal, you're freezing.'', he whispered and sat down in the couch with the young child in his lap. ''Mama not home.'', Kalila muttered and rested her head against his chest. She had stopped crying, but her eyes were red and still filled with tears. Riley kissed her forehead and nodded. ''Yeah, I know.'', he said quietly and looked at Layla, his face relaxed and filled with relief, wondering what she was thinking by now. God, how could his mother be so irresponsible? Kalila put her thumb in her mouth and turned towards Layla. Her face lit up into a huge grin and she chuckled. ''You look like Bella!'' What Layla probably didn't know was that Bella was none other than Kalila's barbie doll.

[Layla Harlow]

It was funny, coming up to Riley’s house, she would have thought it was her own. Her parents were all about keeping up their image. The big happy family and the perfect house. She wasn’t allowed to have a dog though, her father being allergic and all. It was annoying how perfect they pretended to be, but on the inside they were just as cold and precise as the house. That was the difference between Riley’s house and hers. You could tell people lived in this house. Maybe it was due to there being a smile child, but either way, it was clear that they lived in this house.

Riley was off before she even knew it, not that she blamed him. She followed after him, closing the door behind her as he called out for his sister. Layla didn’t know what to expect when she walked inside. A bloody mess? It sounded like something had gone really wrong when he answered the phone and she supposed that it made sense for him to freak out seeing as how she was a young girl left at home. Who knew what kind of dangers there were? Lay had a pretty good idea, just looking at what had happened to her about an hour before. She heard the whimpering and sniffles coming from what she guess was a living room and that was also when she saw blonde hair and a little girl that actually looked like what she pictured Riley as when he was small.

The small girl ran at him and Layla stood in the background, her arms tight around her stomach. Seeing the embrace, well, it filled her with a bit of loneliness. She wondered what her life would have been like if she had a sibling to confide in seeing as how she couldn’t talk to her parents. A big brother like Riley was bound to make any girl feel safe. And it was clear that she adored the older boy, the way she clung to him so tightly and stopped crying once she was held by him. Seeing Riley with the girl also only fed into the mixed feelings she had for him. He was so insanely sweet with the girl, making sure she was safe and that she was okay. He looked up at her and she could see how his body posture relaxed.

Layla slowly stepped into the living room, careful not to make anything dirty (because at her house that might as well have been a sin). The little girl looked up at her and she practically froze. It wasn’t often that she interacted with small children. Or any children really. When the little girl smile, she relaxed and offered her a smile of her own. Wait, Bella? That was ironic. She stepped closer and knelt down in front of the small girl, “I sure hope that’s a good thing. My name’s Layla, you’re Kalila, right?” Maybe if she got in good with the toddler, she could get in better with Riley.

[Riley Coleson]

Kalila blushed and giggled. ''Yeah!'' What she said yes to, it being a good thing or if her name was Kalila was up to Layla to decide. ''Are you Ley-Ley's girlfriend, just like Bella?'' Kalila could often give people the impression of being a sweet, innocent little girl, but Riley knew better than that. She was both stubborn and sly. Well, as sly as a four-year old can be at least. Riley looked away, clearly finding the question extremely awkward. Riley didn't put much weight, or thought into the fact that Layla didn't know who Bella was. But as he did, his eyes widened slightly, finally realizing how dumb it sounded, considering. ''Bella's her doll.'', he quickly explained and scratched the back of his head. ''Yeah!'', Kalila agreed and squeaked.

Kalila jumped down from Riley's lap and put her hand on Layla's. ''I found one of Riley's magazines.'', she said, trying to whisper. ''Wanna see?'' Again, sounding worse than what it was. In reality, Kalila was talking about one of his comics. ''There's a really cool man on the cover!'' Kalila jumped up and down with a shriek, clearly happy to have someone new to talk to. Riley groaned and slid further down in the couch with his hand over his face, clearly this just egged his baby sister further on. ''He likes watching men with capes.'', she said quietly with a innocent smile on her lips. ''Ok! Bedtime, you little troll!'', Riley said as he stood up and lifted Kalila and threw her over his shoulder. The little girl was laughing ecstaticly.

As Riley was heading towards the stairs, the living room was lit up by the front lights of a car pulling up outside. Riley frowned and put the little girl down. He looked at Layla over his shoulder. ''Mind taking her upstairs?'' He ruffled Kalila's hair and gave her a smile. ''Kal, show Layla my room, ok?'' Kalila nodded and grabbed Layla's hand and enthusiastcly pulled the poor girl with her towards the stairs.

As the two girls headed up the staircase, the door opened and a woman, clearly drunk as she could barely stand on two feet, stepped inside. She jumped as she saw Riley and shook her head. ''The fuck, Liam. You almost scared the living shit outta me.'' Her breath stank from all the alcohol she had been drinking, and Riley crossed his arms over his chest as he shook his head. ''What the heck were you thinking, leaving Kalila alone like that?'', he asked, his voice angry and frustrated. His mother glared at him and pushed him out of the way as she walked into the living room. ''The fuck do you care? If you were home more, she wouldn't have been alone. Think about that, you little piece of sh-'', she hissed as she dumped herself down in the couch. Riley turned towards her and rolled his eyes. ''What the fuck is wrong with you?'', Riley asked and shrugged. ''What's wrong with me is YOU. You little pile of crap ruined my life. It's your fault your father left me! He didn't want you, and I sure as hell don't!'', she yelled. Riley knew it was the alcohol talking, well, more hoped it was, but he couldn't but feeling hurt by her words.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla’s eyes widened at the girl’s question and she snapped them up to look at Riley. What if she wasn’t talking about some fictional character like she originally thought? It was possible this Bella chick could have actually been Ri’s girlfriend. That would definitely make her feel like a moron. It seemed to take him a few moments until he finally said anything. And his answer filled her relief, though she now felt incredibly stupid for getting jealous at all. Seriously, what was the matter with her? She’d be lucky if Riley even considered her a friend. She had no right to get jealous over him. Yet every mention of a girl’s name that came from his mouth, they instantly became an enemy. It was stupid of her to feel that way, but she couldn’t help it. Lay didn’t know how to answer the little girl, so she settled generically with, “I’m a friend of his.” He could think of that however he wanted or deny it, she didn’t care.

The little girl slid off of Riley’s lap and she leaned in to whisper, though the four year old wasn’t all that great at whispering. Again, her words caused Layla’s eyes to find Riley’s, but this time she had a smirk gracing her lips. Magazines? Gosh if he had those things lying around with a four year old living at home, he must really not care who knows. And then she said there was a man on the cover and Layla laughed, but quickly covered her mouth. The more the small girl talked, the better it got. Seriously, her mind instantly took all of it the wrong way and it came out pretty kinky, but she knew this was coming from a toddler that didn’t know half of what any of those things would mean. Riley snatched her up and threw her over his shoulder, all the while the little girl laughed.

Layla stood up as he headed to the stairs and saw the flashing of the lights. She saw his expression harden and she took his sister’s hand. Kalila pulled her towards the stairs and as they started going up, she could hear the door practically slam open. She scooped up the four year old when she heard swearing and took her upstairs. By the way she had seen Riley before whoever it was entered the house, she knew he didn’t want his sister downstairs for the conversation. Kal pointed to Riley’s room and Layla plopped the child on his bed, heading to the door to close it, but she briefly hesitated as she heard the arguing downstairs.

It was no wonder Riley was so on edge all of the time. Just by hearing some of the things his mother said to him, she was reminded of her own mother. Her mother however never had the excuse of being drunk when she said things like that to her. Not that Layla would blame the alcohol. If anything it brought out the truth and it only made Layla understand him more. She could see why he was so sharp-tongued, so quick to hate everyone and so harsh. He had a difficult life here, but Layla wouldn’t give him the sympathy he didn’t want. She could only empathize with him because she knew what it felt like to not be wanted by both parents. Her parents just put it more eloquently and instead of screaming at her, ignored her. Lay shut the door softly and went over to sit on the bed with Kalila. “You wanna show me those magazines you were talking about, sweetie?” She asked with a smile, hoping that the little girl wouldn’t know what was happening downstairs. No four year old should have to hear her mother talk to her brother that way.

[Riley Coleson]

Layla's reaction made Riley smiled. He was surprised at finding himself liking the way she reacted to what the child said, though he didn't want her to believe he was more of an ass than he already had showed her. That's why he told her who Bella was. Though, he wasn't quite sure why it made him so happy. It wasn't like he had feelings for Layla or something. They had just recently met, and she annoyed him more than anything.

Once his mother had uttered those last words, Riley just shook his head and walked towards the stairs. She scoffed and lied down, pulling a blanket over her body. Riley didn't bother to reply, seeing as how drunk she was. Discussing something with that whore was impossible once she had alcohol in her blood, that much he had learned from all the years he had lived with her. He rubbed his neck as he headed for his room. Stopping outside to listen to what was happening inside, he found himself being happy about who he'd find inside.

Riley opened the door and walked inside, putting a plastered smile on his lips. ''Bedtime, Kali.'', he said to the young girl. Kali nodded and took a few steps towards him, before turning again to give Layla a hug. ''Nighty Layla!'', she said with her cheerful voice and skipped towards the door. Riley followed her with his eyes and made sure she actually went back to her room, and not downstairs where she'd find their mother drunk on the couch. He had tried so hard to shield her from it all, but as she grew up he knew it was only matter of time before something worse than Kalila being left home alone would happen.

Riley dropped himself down on the bed with a groan. He rubbed his eyes before looking at Layla. ''Sorry about that.'' He wouldn't blame her if she wanted to run away from his crazy family and life. Honestly, if it hadn't been for Kalila, he wouldn't have been here himself. But, a seventeen year old boy couldn't just go off and live with a four year old child, at least not now since he had school and everything. Maybe once he turned eighteen, or when he started college. Riley used his powers to see if Kalila still was in her room, and when he saw that she was, he sighed in relief.

Riley wanted to lay his head in Layla's lap and let her comfort him. He wanted her to make him feel better. He wanted to hug her and feel her arms around him again, but he was too much of a coward to make such a move, and that annoyed him.

[Layla Harlow]

When the door opened, her eyes traveled up to find Riley with one of the fakest smiles she had ever seen. She understood it though, not wanting to worry his baby sister over something she wouldn’t understand. She’d do the same thing if she was in his position. He announced that it was the girl’s bed time and Kali turned to give her a hug. She hugged the small girl back and smiled, “Goodnight, hun. Next time I come over we’ll get to those magazines huh?” Giving the girl a wink before she headed off to her room, Layla looked up at Riley, trying to keep the worry off of her face. That was the last thing he probably wanted to see from her.

He apologized and she just shook her head, “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault she’s like that.” The last thing he needed to do was try and take some of the blame for her dumb mistakes. Lay really hated people that didn’t care for their families enough to actually take care of them. Yes, she could faintly see where his mother came from in her drunken stupor, the way her mind was it automatically wanted someone to blame for the problems in her life. It was only natural for her to blame Riley for his father’s absence. She had a feeling that it wasn’t really her intention to make Riley feel that way, but rather she couldn’t face it herself so she pawned it off on him. She knew it was her fault, she just wouldn’t own up to it.

Layla’s parents were a little bit harder for her to justify. They didn’t drink, they were still together, she was just a disgrace. She shifted herself and decided she was going to be bold once more. It wasn’t out of character for her to do things most people would chicken out of doing, but with Riley, she was always a little cautious. Lay positioned it so that his head lay in her lap and she stroked his hair gently. “Are you okay? I mean…I wasn’t trying to overhear anything, but it wasn’t exactly quiet…” And the last thing she was going to do was apologize to him for what his mother said. It wouldn’t make things any better.

[Riley Coleson]

''That wasn't why I was apologizing.'', he said and bit his lip. Riley knew he wasn't to blame for his mother's actions, but he was still sorry Layla had to wittness it. She had been through enough for one night already, and then he had dragged her into this mess as well. It didn't feel right, but he was glad she didn't seem mad or upset. He didn't know if he could take more arguing. But, at least he didn't cry this time, so that was something. Still, at this point of everything, he was so sick of fighting with everyone. With Layla, with his mother and with himself. He was so tired of keeping up the protective wall he had in front of his mind. It was exhausting, and by now he couldn't really hold it up anymore. Finally giving completely in to himself, well, more his true self he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When Layla positioned his head in her lap, he let out a slight chuckle before opening his eyes again, seeking out hers. ''Yeah, I'm fine.'' He was fine, considering everything that had happened, he was glad Layla was the one comforting him and not himself or Kalila. He relied on his baby sister far too much, even more than she relied on him. Which was really pathetic. Riley reached his hand up and played with a lock of Layla's hair. ''Kalila didn't hear it, did she?'', he asked suddenly growing worried again. God, that would have been the cherry on top of it all.

Riley closed his eyes again, and a faint hint of red snuck it's way up his cheeks. ''You're really beautiful, y'know.'', he whispered and smiled. Riley was a real sweetheart once he let his guard down, and by now he didn't even care. If she didn't like it, that was all on her. He was as vulnerable as he could ever get in this state, and he really hoped she wouldn't start bickering again.

[Layla Harlow]

“Well then don’t apologize for whatever reason it was that you were going to apologize. I can handle it,” She said softly. It wasn’t meant to be mean or anything, she just didn’t want him worrying about her when she didn’t need it. It wasn’t her that needed comforting now. That time was gone and passed after he saved her from the jerk. She wasn’t angry with him and she wasn’t upset. She just felt bad that she wasn’t the only one who went through something like this. Granted her situation was different in a lot of ways and maybe not as bad, but it was no picnic. The last thing he had to do was worry about her along with his sister and forget all about himself. That was part of the reason she stayed, that and she didn’t want to go downstairs and happen to run into his mother. She was dreading dealing with her own let alone his.

As he opened his eyes, she looked down at him and smiled, “Good, didn’t want you cryin’ on me again.” She teased lightly, hoping he wouldn’t take it the wrong way. It was true though, she couldn’t handle him crying in front of her again because it was heartbreaking and she was already in a position that her snarky attitude was dulled as much as it could be. Him crying would only make her feel worse and it would make her feelings towards him stronger and who knew what she would do. It was bad enough that she was sitting here with his head in her lap, stroking his hair. She meant it as a friendly gesture, yet she knew that wasn’t exactly what it was to her. It was what she wanted him to think it was for fear of him figuring out that she was really starting to care about him. Lay couldn’t have that. He started getting all worried again and she placed her hand on his cheek softly, “Calm down, she didn’t hear anything. I kept her occupied, okay? Just relax.” Her hand slid down to his jaw and eventually she let it drop to the side again.

She was really only torturing herself with this. His eyes slid shut and she sighed softly, her expression becoming one of irritation. She was so frustrated with herself, she couldn’t even figure out how to act with him now. And his words only made things worse, but seeing as how he was in a fragile state, she didn’t snap or freak like she typically did. He was being the guy she kept waiting to see. The irritation subsided and she found herself smiling as she played with his hair, “I thought I looked like a freak.” She teased him again, her fingers trailing to his temples, massaging them.

[Riley Coleson]

''Man, that musta' been a mouthful.'', he teased her. He was starting to enjoy the casual flirting without them snapping at eachother for every, tiny little thing. Even as frustrated and annoyed as she made him, it was still better than sitting downstairs with his mother. It was almost as if she was his own little escape shuttle. A kind of safe harbor, or something. It wasn't fair for him to take it all out on her, but seeing as she was just as bad as him at times, he was glad to see that she could handle it. It was nice feeling as if he could just escape reality once in a while, and just be himself.

Her reply got him laughing. ''Yeah, yeah. Rub it in missy.'', he said and poked her side with his index finger. He understood it, though. Watching her cry was downright painful. He didn't like seeing her hurt. He'd rather she hated him and threw the worst kind of insults she had, rather than being hurt. And at that moment he realized how much he was starting to care about this chick. She wasn't just some random girl he had met that just happened to annoy him and bring out his venomous tongue. She brought out all these demons because he liked her. It made him feel insecure which just made him fight it even harder. He didn't like being weak or vulnerable, at least not in her eyes. He wanted to be someone she could lean on. He wanted to protect her. He let out a sigh of relief. ''Thank God.'' His words was nothing more than a whisper.

''I never said calling you a freak was a bad thing.'' Well, technically his tone was the only proof of it ever being meant as something bad, but in all honesty, her unique style and personality was one of the most attractive traits. It was what had drawn him in to begin with. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his face against her stomach. But why did she have to be so incredible cute? And pretty. And beautiful. And stunning. God, it was driving him insane. He just wanted to grow a pair and kiss her.

[Layla Harlow]

She scrunched her nose and stuck her tongue out at him. He was right though, it was a wonder she got all of that out without stumbling. Still, she meant what she had said and she hoped that he knew that even if he was going to tease her about it. She could handle teasing better than the screaming. He could be really nasty when he wanted to hurt someone and though she was no better, she probably took it harder than he did. Riley seemed like the kind of person who could handle a lot of little things thrown at him. It was just the harsher things (things like what his mother said) that got to him. Layla didn’t think anything she said had an effect on him.

“Did you really think you wouldn’t get busted on for that? C’mon Ri, you know me well enough to know I’m kind of a bitch,” She said with a smirk. She knew he thought the same thing. All they did was argue and insult each other after all. That being said, she knew that she cared about him a lot. He could be sweet when he wasn’t on the defensive. He even saved her, so clearly he wasn’t all bad. Sure, he got on her nerves and pushed her buttons, but anyone could do that. And the only reason it got to her so much was because she wanted him to think of her as more than just a snarky, sarcastic skank. His next words came out barely audible and she smiled faintly. It was nice seeing this side of him, the part of him that worried so much about his sister and loved her more than anything. She could tell that Kalila was his whole world.

“Oh please, your tone said it all. You probably thought I was some goth chick that performed Satan rituals or something,” She snorted. Everyone mistook her for goth. Seriously, didn’t they pay attention to her obsession with the Avengers and Batman? Goths didn’t do superhero fandoms. They stuck with vampires and shit. Not that she didn’t love her fair share of vamps, but she was a gaming nerd, not some freaky ghostly pale vamp lover. Layla ran her fingers through his hair as his face buried into her stomach. Her heart was pounding hard against her chest as she thought of what it would be like to lean down and just kiss him. But even she couldn’t be bold enough to do that.

[Riley Coleson]

Honestly, the only reason Riley didn't take it so hard when she insulted him or threw shit in his face was because he was so used to it. His mother did that all the time, even when she wasn't drunk. Of course, she was a little more subtle when sober, but that didn't really make a difference. Also, the screaming all came from him being scared. He'd been so worried that he just completely lost it and started yelling instead. He grabbed her tongue and held it there between his fingertips before letting it go with a chuckle.

''Yeah, yeah.'' Riley rolled his eyes at her and poked her sides once more. He didn't really mind her bitchy side. He was kind of happy she was one of those people who could keep up with his mood swings and bite his head of whenever he pushed the limit. He really needed more people like that in his life. He didn't really have any besides his mother, so there was really no wonder he so easily threw insults towards people he barely knew.

''Ooor maybe it was a hidden compliment?'', he said and grinned. And really, she had never once striked him for being a goth. Those flashy, geeky shirts she always wore gave her off. She wasn't exactly the type who was subtle about what she liked, that much was for sure. And hey, people always say a geeky, gamergirl is every boy's dreamgirl, so what the heck. He liked her the way she was, no matter how she labeled herself.

Riley sat up, feeling his eyes had grown heavy as he had been lying with his head in her lap. He stretched his arms in the air and stood up. As he was about to turn, his foot got caught up in hers, and as if it was all going in slow motion, he could see himself slowly falling back towards the bed and with a slight thud he had now landed on top of Layla. And as if things couldn't get anymore awkward, both of his hands had remarkely enough placed themselves on top of her girls in the fall.

[Layla Harlow]

Layla squirmed as he poked her sides and flicked his nose, “Stoppp, I’m ticklish!” Okay, that was probably dumb of her to tell him, but she just hoped he wouldn’t get any ideas. Tickling was off limits right now, though if he happened to tickle her, she probably wouldn’t be too mad at him. If anything she would just have to find a way to get even. She was that kind of girl. If someone did wrong by her, she would get even in the worst way possible.

Dream girl? Hardly. Layla found herself far too snarky to find anybody who could put up with her. Granted she was a nice girl upon first impression, but as time went on everyone eventually found one of those things that caused her to be a total bitch and then got sick of her. Riley had found more than just one thing that caused her to snap and honestly it was a wonder he stuck around. Though she had to admit, he was no better than she was and he hadn’t even been nice upon first impression. He started off being a dick and slowly was starting to show that there was more to him than just that. “You’re funny,” She said with a smirk.

She had to admit she was a little sad when he sat up, finding the previous position extremely comfortable. Lay tried to put that thought out of her mind though. He stood up and she leaned back on her elbows, eyes glued to him. Unfortunately the new position she found herself in was probably not the best seeing as how when he tried turning, his foot caught hers and he got tripped up. It was the landing that made things awkward though. He was not only on top of her, but his hands were very awkwardly placed. She had to try and keep from outright laughing, but she did smirk. “If you wanted to cop a feel, all you had to do was ask?” She said softly with a wicked glint in her eyes.

[Riley Coleson]

''Ticklish huh? I better remember that.'', he said with a smirk. At least he knew he had some kind of advantage. If she ever got too annoying, he could always tickle her half to death. Or something. Though, he doubt he'd even think of that if they started bickering. He didn't exactly think clearly once they started fighting.

Riley doubted he'd get sick of her since he hadn't already. He had gotten used to her snarky but cute attitude and truth be told, that was what he liked the most about her. The way she talked, acted and even the way she bitched. It was hell of a lot better than those other girls who just sat there and accepted all the shit that got thrown in their face. It was pathetic how they didn't seem like they could stand on their own two feet and stick up for themselves.

This was extremely awkward, and Layla didn't exactly make the situation any easier on him with what she said, but he wasn't going to let her put him in that kind of position. Two people could play the same game. ''I didn't know you wanted me to. But hey, if that's what you want, that's what you get.'', he replied with a smirk and gave both her girls a gentle squeeze before shifting his position. He leaned up on his elbows and chuckled. It wasn't like the virgin minded or anything, hell he'd squeeze boobs all day if he could, and he wasn't about to let her get him embarressed over something he didn't do on purpose. Until the squeeze of course, now that, that was another story. He peeked down at the girl lying underneath him and grinned. ''Sup?''

[Layla Harlow]

“Oh no, you better forget that. If you use it against me, I’ll find something worse to pull over on you,” And she was quite capable of finding something worse than a little tickling. She wasn’t quite sure what yet, but all it would take is a little observation of the boy. Or boys in general. And if he tried using it while they were fighting, well, that would probably get him hit again.

Layla felt like a squeaky toy because when he squeezed, she squeaked and laughed. “Bet you’ve just been waiting to compare me to the blonde. Can you feel the difference between fake and real?” She asked, still laughing as he shifted his position and hovered over her. Okay, this was completely unfair. He was messing with her again. She could only take the tease and ditch so many times and she was waiting for him to overthink things and get all fussy again. Not that he could really go find a girl to make her jealous with any more than she could find a guy to make him jealous with, but still. Same situation, different setting.

But she wasn’t going to just give up either. He looked down at her and she shrugged, stretching her arms up above her head. Fight fire with fire, if he was going to tease, so would she. After all, it wasn’t like this meant anything. They were friends messing around. No strings. Not that she planned on sleeping with him, but still. She propped herself up on her hands, this way she was at the same height as him, face inches away. She leaned in close and whispered in his ear the same way he had done to her, “Did you like the view?”