"Aye! Give that to me! Right now." Colson chased after me as I laughed.

I managed to out run him and jump to the other side of the bed.

"Why would I do that?" I teased him.

Just to make him more annoyed, I snapped another picture of him with the polaroid.

"Stop taking pictures of meeee!" He cried, lunging for me.

Sadly for Jack-the-Skeleton, I was quicker. I jumped out of his reach just in time.

He melted onto the bed and wrapped himself up in the blankets. "noooooo..."

I laughed and hopped on top of him, making him grunt. "Sucks to suck, babe." I pretended to pity him.

Colson looked up at me. "Excuse you, princess! You weren't the one getting attacked by an elf with a camera!"

My jaw dropped. "I'm not that short!" I exclaimed. Which was a complete lie. I was very short. Colson was a whopping 6'3 while I was 5'2. I know right.

"And by the way, you're just so good looking I had to take your picture." I snapped another of him and he flipped us over.

"Move, loser! You weigh more than a fucking elephant!" I squirmed around while Colson just rested on top of me.

He laughed at my stupid attempts to get him off of me.

"Aww, shawty can't move. Sucks to suck!" He mocked.

"How dare you use my words against me!" I laughed, well. Wheezed.

As if things couldn't get worse, Pete opened the door.

"What are you shit heads doing in here??" He asked before seeing us.

I cried out, "Pete! For the love of the devil, get Colson off of me!"

Pete ignored me and spoke to Colson. "Dog pile, aye?"

"Yessir!! Join in." Colson responded with a chuckle.

I screamed out in frustration (and pain) as Pete jumped on top of us.

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