365 Days.

Mario falls,
and dies.
His little helper saves him,
and they continue running,
collecting coins and all that.

Mario dies again a few seconds later,
resurrects,
runs along,
little helper behind him,
doing most of the work.

Usually,
you'd think Mario would be the one who is pro,
but no,
not here.

I play Mario.
Chase plays the other one.

Chase has been playing this game for ages,
and while I have the game,
I barely ever go near the gaming devices.
I know I’ll get addicted,
but Chase is spending more time at our house,
and I somehow need to entertain him.

Today,
I finally managed Chase to go to school,
and now it’s evening,
so we play games.

It’s already Wednesday,
And Chase missed school Monday and Tuesday for me,
(and I think to make sure Mickel doesn’t show up too)
so feeling guilty that he’s missing his education,
I made him go.

Not that he wanted to,
insisting that he would rather spend time at my bedside watching me sleep.
Creepy?

But then again,
I’d rather have him watch me sleep than Mickel.
Right?

“You died again,”
he laughs,
putting the remote aside.
“Your game is over.
I win.”

I pout,
“I’m sick,
please skip this once?”
I pull at my blue hair and rock back and forth lightly,
glancing up at Chase.

“Nope,
no more excuses.
Come on,
it’s only a kiss.”
He smirks lightly and taps his cheek.
“On the cheek even.”

I roll my eyes and crawl over,
giving him a soft peck,
and go to pull away,
like usual,
but he takes my chin and makes me face him.

“And because I’ve won three times,”
he slowly and smugly says.

I stare at him and pout a bit more,
“No.
I’ll get my sickness all over you.”

“I won’t get sick,”
he brushes it off,
leans in closer.

What have I got to lose?
I lean in,
briefly brushing my lips against his.

I’m lost in a trance as he kisses back,
soft lips so dominant on mine.
I feel him deepen it more,
pull me closer,
a small nip on my lower lip.
I give a light squeak in surprise.

Chase takes advantage as my mouth opens to squeak,
slipping his tongue through,
running it over my teeth before meeting my own tongue.

Father’s not home,
Magnus is out shopping for groceries…
It’s only us,
alone.

And I know Chase would have continued to kiss me,
but I am a young teenager,
an inexperienced kisser,
and I need to breathe.

I pull back,
feeling Chase follow me for a moment before too,
breaking away.
I look away,
shyly playing with a loose strand.

“This never happened,”
I whisper,
afraid my father would fine out.

Chase’s hands pull me closer,
“Of course it did,”
He murmured,
lips close to mine again,
“It’s just nobody needs to know.”