Page 24 of Little Paper Games
“It’s just aggravating,” she agreed. “I need to steal your food more. Your grapes are better than mine.”
“Listen, I wanted to talk to you, anyway, about something.” That had her attention. She put the grape down and went silent.
“About what, exactly?” she asked somberly.
“About these lists we made.” I held up the two pages. Grinning at the way she blushed and covered her face.
“So that really did happen?” she muttered, her voice muffled beneath her hands.
“Oh, yeah it did,” I chuckled at her embarrassment.
“Great,” she deadpanned.
“So, here’s what I’m thinking. I don’t like you—”
“Gee, thanks,” she scoffed, popping another grape into her mouth.
“Let me finish! So, I don’t like you. You don’t like me. But we are both bored out of our minds,” I began again.
“Speak for yourself.” She was getting under my skin already.
“My point is, I think we should take advantage of this opportunity. We should go through our lists. Together.”
I waited for a reaction from her.
“Let me get this straight. You want to do the things on my list, with me. You. Jude Lincoln. And me, McKenna Clarke,” she spoke quietly as though she were mulling it over in her mind.
“Yes. You and me.” I sat there, hoping she’d go for the plan but fully expecting her not to.
“We will kill each other,” she laughed out loud after a few moments.
“I don’t think we will. That’s the beauty of it. We will have somewhere else to put that pent up frustration,” I explained excitedly.
“So, you want to anger fuck me.”
“Yes. Wait, no. That came out wrong. I just mean that it’s safe. We don’t have to worry about falling for each other.” She pulled a nasty face. “Exactly my point.”
“What if we have no chemistry?” I almost laughed at her question.
“Chemistry. Uh, Kenna, that won’t be a problem,” I chuckled.
“Oh, no?”
“No. That kiss last night? We have chemistry. And if we back that chemistry with the frustration? Well, let’s just say I think this could be an amazing way to spend lockdown.” I made myself comfortable, leaning back against the chair.
“So, hypothetically, if we do this, how would it work?” she asked, popping another grape into her mouth. Good, she seemed at least open to it now.
“We could take turns,” I offered up.
“How would we pick which one to choose?”
“We could each pick off our own lists,” I suggested.
“That’s not any fun.” She looked up at the ceiling, obviously trying to think of other ideas before turning on the couch to face me.
“Or... hear me out on this. We could make it more fun. Let me show you.” I made my way to the kitchen and pulled out a mason jar.
“We cut up each activity and fold it up. Like drawing names out of a hat. That way it’s more of a game,” I suggested hopefully.
