"No." I stated firmly as Shane's eyes lit up.

He exchanged glances with Nate, and the same mischievous look spreads over his face. I took two steps backwards. "Don't even think about it!"

They both looked at me simultaneously, and I shook my head. "Don't you dare!"

Together, they started to walk towards me, and I rolled my eyes. "I'm going to run for it, just so you know."

Neither of them took any notice of me. If anything, their pace quickened, their stupid smiles growing wider by the second.

"Please don't!" I pouted, trying a different tack. Maybe if they thought I hated this, they would let up.

They didn't let up. They were two steps away when I turned on my heel and made a break for it.

I didn't get much further before I was being jerked backwards and completely engulfed in boy love. Nate wrapped his arms around me from behind, and swung me around to face Shane, who managed to get his hands on Nate's shoulders and hug both of us into his chest. It must been a pretty amusing sight for any outside observers. The only sign that I was even there was the writhing brown hair that poked up between the two embracing boys.

"Mitchie sandwich!" Nate shrieked, obviously enjoying himself.

"Huggles!" Shane yelled back in the same excited tone.

"No!" I squealed, but not before the boys had started to spin around in a circle, shimmying their shoulders and bouncing me between them.

I've never been in a washing machine that smells of leather, cologne and something faintly like sweetmint, but I think that experience was about as close as I'm going to get.

"Guys, guys, I can't breathe!' I wheezed, partly muffled by the fact that my face was being crushed into Shane's t-shirt.

They just laughed and finally released me. I dropped to all fours, melodramatically gasping for air.

"You know you love it," Nate chuckled, helping me back up. He looked back at Shane and they winked at each other before bursting into hysterics again.

"One of these days…" I mock-glare at them, shaking my finger.

"You'll what?" Shane teased. "One day you'll be the bread, not the filling? I'd like to see you try!"

"Just you wait!" I narrowed my eyes at him and made threatening hand gesture, to which he responded with a sarcastic frightened expression before rolling his eyes and walking away.

The next day, upon spotting Shane alone (and vulnerable), I crept up behind him, glad that the beep of his texting disguised the squeak of my sneakers. Letting out an Indian warrior cry, I launched myself at him, jumping on his back. Caught off guard, he collapsed to the ground with me on top of him. Giggling in victory, I rolled him to the side and wrapped my arms around his stomach, tucking my knees under his and burying my face into his back.

"Mitchie, what are you doing?" he cried in a bemused voice, trying to wriggle out of my clutches.

"Spooning you," I shrugged casually, unrelenting my iron grasp.

"This isn't spooning! This is like spoon rape!" Shane laughed, his struggle desisting.

"You could even call it sporking," I pondered thoughtfully. "This is payback for the sandwich yesterday."

"What is this, a cuddle war?" Shane asked in exasperation.

"Maybe," I smirked, releasing him and getting to my feet. "Wait until you find out what I did to Nate."

"You'd better watch your back, Torres!" Shane called after me teasingly, sitting up as I walked away.

"What are you going to do, Gray? Spork me?" I laughed over my shoulder, tossing my hair. "Bring it on!"

So yeah, these kinds of situations are a daily occurrence for me… X)
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