I walked back into my room, glaring at Craig. I decided to take the childish route and not look at him when I resumed my place on my bed, only that didn't work out so well: I missed the bed by an inch or so and fell on my ass. Craig renewed his laughter as I painfully got up, rubbing the abused area.
     "Shut up, Craig." I threw a pillow at him and pegged him in the face. He continued laughing, [more for effect than anything, I was sure] and I flopped down on my stomach and proceeded to ignore him.
     "Dude, you are so clumsy. We need to get you one of those huge bags that actors use when they jump off buildings and shit, except we need to attach it to your ass. I swear that thing has gotten flatter if possible." Craig announced after he'd gotten through laughing. I waved a hand at him vaguely.
     "Sh! Shut up, this is my favorite part!" I was, of course, referring to the part with the Balrog in Moria. I mean, come on, that part is epic!
     "Whatever, dude, it's not like you haven't seen it a billion times. 'You shall not pass.'" Craig quoted in an unentheusiastic monotone. I didn't even have to look at him to see the eyerolling that I'm sure was taking place. Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind.
     "And anyway, what are you doing looking at my ass?" I said to the t.v.
There was a moment's hesitation, then," WhatEVER, dude, you are the one who always looks at ME when we're in the showers after gym."
     "I do not, you liar!" I replied, reaching behind me and throwing a pillow in his general direction.
     "You missed, fag."
     "I'm not a fag." I muttered, disgruntled to the t.v. I knew he was kidding. We always joked around like this.
     "Alright, prove it." Or not.
     "What?" I sat up and turned to face him.
     "Prove you're not a fag. Kiss me." He said, an smug grin on his face.
     "What?! How is that going to prove I'm NOT a fag?!"
     "If you kiss me and hurl afterward, then you're not a fag." He replied, the grin growing wider.
     "No, man, I'm not going to kiss you." I said halfheartedly [I wanted to punch myself for that] and tried to turn back toward the t.v, but Craig grabbed my arm and kept me there.
     "Tweek..." Craig grinned before he leaned toward me and pressed his lips lightly to mine.