Chapter Twenty Seven - What is wrong with me?

Rebecca

“Jake, stop,” I squealed and giggled.

“No, not until you take it back,” He said.

We were laying on my sofa. Jake currently had me pinned beneath him, tickling me. Why? Because we were talking about movies, and I kept telling him his movie taste was terrible. It wasn’t that bad. I just wanted to annoy him.

“Nope! I refuse to take it back,” I laughed.

“Then I will not stop,” He said.

He got back to tickling me. I started squealing and squirming again. I couldn’t take it anymore. My body hurt from laughing too much.

“Fine, you win,” I said, “Your movie taste is awesome,” I added, laughing.

Jake laughed loudly and sat up on my stomach. He flashed his dorkiest smile at me.

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