"That's my spot." I stood just beyond the doorway of Lexy and Geoff's gameroom; it was nearly ten PM and prior family plans had kept me away longer than I'd expected, but at last I'd made it to the weekly hangout. A Jackie Chan film was just ending on the big screen as I stared at the now occupied corner seat.
Kit glanced behind him, checking the sectional thoroughly before shrugging at me. "I don't see your name on it."
"You can sit by me!" Sam tipsily patted the seat next to her, scooting over slightly to make room.
Will appeared in the doorway behind me, goosing me as he brushed past on his way to the seat next to Sam.
"But that's where I always sit," I told Sam, stepping further into the room. "Everyone has their spot and that one is mine."
"Ok then, Sheldon," Kit scoffed. "But I still don't see anything anywhere that say it's yours."He took a swig of whatever was in his glass and set it on Geoff's desk behind the sectional.
"Are ya'll twelve?" Lexy teased from the opposite side of the sectional. "Just take his usual seat, Lil."
"This is a matter of principle," I said, moving closer in an attempt to loom over Kit. "He took my spot, and I want it back."
Kit crossed his arms and donned an annoying smirk. "I'm not moving."
I glanced at Will. He raised an eyebrow, eyes gleaming.
I smiled politely at Kit. "Ok." I quickly hopped up on the cushion between Sam and Kit, sat on the back of the sectional, and slid into the space behind Kit. "…then I'll just have to take it by force."
"What are you doing?" Kit let out an exasperated sigh.
"Claiming what's rightfully mine." I wriggled down into the cushion, pulling my feet to my chest and pushing them against his back.
"This isn't Game of Thrones." Kit pushed backwards, squishing me further into the corner.
"When you play the game of cushions, you win or you fall!" I said, extending my feet and shoving Kit to the edge of the couch. He stopped just before sliding off onto the floor, slowly twisting his head around to look at me.
"Oh, really?" He said, pushing off from the ground and smashing me against the back of the couch.
"Yes, really," I replied, bracing my hands against his back. He turned suddenly and grabbed my wrists, leaning his full weight into yanking me off of the couch. As we both hit the floor, he twisted around so that I was on bottom, giving him time to scramble back to the coveted seat.
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