Tickle fight!

SAMIRA's POV

I struggle to breathe, not being able to get over Neal and Blake's expressions. Beside me, Sandra is wheezing. Kristina's face is on the pillow, muffling her laughter. We're lucky the rooms in this hotel are sound proof or we would definitely be kicked out. Sandra pauses the spooky audio which was playing through the speaker we hid in the bathroom.

After a solid seven minute laughter, we sober up only to see the two boys looking livid. "Uh oh" Sandra whispers, visibly scared. Blake narrows his eyes at me before he huffs like a bull. I try really really hard not to burst out laughing again. "Run." he grunts and that's how all hell breaks loose.

Kristina, being a smartie dashes to the bathroom and locks it before anyone could react. I belt out a war cry and launch myself to the door, thinking its the perfect escape. But Blake was smarter than that. He locks the door before I could reach it. I run away from him while he yells my name repeatedly. "Samiraaa! No point in running! you know I'll get you." he chuckles. A giggle escapes my throat as I jump up and down the bed trying not to get caught by him. "Lets see about that tough guy!" I stick my tongue out at him.

From the corner of my eye, I see Sandra fiddling with the balcony door, struggling to open it while Neal takes small, slow steps toward her like he's an actual murderer. HA! That boy can't even hurt a fly. I didn't even realise I stopped running and out of literally nowhere, Blake pounces at me.

I yelp when back hits the mattress of the bed with Blake on top of me. I giggle and push him off the bed. The brute takes me down with him as anther yelp escapes my throat.

Now I'm on top of him and for a reason unknown to even the heavens I laugh really hard. He flips me and takes the position on top, straddling me. Have I mentioned that he's shirtless? Well, he is. My breath hitches when I see him smile genuinely at me.

Holy mother of sweet Jesus.

BAILEY's POV

I get lost inside the big, brown doe eyes staring into my soul. My hand itches to tuck the strand of hair on the side of her face behind her ear. My eyes fall on her lips. I gulp and look back her eyes that are searching my face, looking for an answer to a question I don't know about.

UWU

shut up.

you know it.

shut up

kiss! kiss! kiss!

SHUT UP.

I should really stop talking to myself.

"But I didn't say anything!" Sam gives me a  pointed look. "How much of that did I say out loud?" I mumble, more to myself. I should really stop talking to myself in my head. I notice that I'm still on top of her and get an idea. I give her a big smirk and her eyes widen.

"Blake James Cabello Santos don't you dare do it!" She threatens, placing her hand on my chest. I chuckle. My smart girl knows what's coming.

'My' smart girl haha

Go away

I ignore my brain and widen my smirk. "No- No- NOOAAAAHAHAHAHHAHA" Samira screams while I tickle her. "TICKLE FIGHT!" I hear Neal yell, and watch Sandra bark out laughing while trying to wiggle out of his grasp just like Samira is doing.

After I feel like she's suffered enough I stop tickling her and place my hands on either sides of her, caging her below me. Her hands are still on my chest and I see her eyes sparkle with happiness.

Nothing has made me prouder, knowing that I made them that way.

She shakes her head and flicks my forehead making her laugh again. I sit up, suddenly aware of the position we are in and she does the same.

"Watch your back, princess, I'm going to get you back real good." I say with a knowing smirk. "Yeah payback is due now." Neal warns.

Samira shares a look with Sandra and both of them burst out laughing. "Nothing can beat what we did today" Sandra stars and chuckles. Kristina steps out of the bathroom and looks between the four of us. "I'm sorry but I'm not fifth wheeling bruh, bye" she waves before she closes the balcony door.

"Uhhhh.... awkward." Neal shrugs. "Yeah no shit." Sandra rolls her eyes.

"Guys it's almost two in the morning we have a performance tomorrow." Samira reminds us.

"Are you guys sleepy?" I ask. The three of them shake their head no. "Movies it is" I say and the four of us lie on the bed, facing the TV with Sandra between me and Neal and Sandra beside him.