"Damn it! I hate this game! I'm dying every time!"

You yelled with anger, when you tried to win against Chris at your shooting game. You died once again as you played on the console with your best friend, who was playing on his laptop. You heard girls giggle behind you at your annoyance, as Leon just smirked while drinking another bottle of his cheep beer.

"Maybe you should stay playing The Sims? At least you don't die there every five minutes."

Leon muttered under his nose as he was about to take another sip of his drink. A wide grin appeared on his face.

"Oh shut up, Kennedy. If you're so good at this, then maybe show me how to play huh?"

You spat back to him and rolled your eyes, as Chris was laying on his bed and laughing. Leon muttered something again, then put his bottle down and walked towards you, getting thought the half eaten pizza boxed, empty bottles, cans of beer and soda. He sat on the ground, his hands wrapping around you as he took the controller from you and started playing, explaining at the same time what you should do. You left his warm, as his muscular arms were unconsciously were brushing against your sides. He kept his controller close you your body as his wrist were laying on your lap, and his head was leaning against your shoulder. After minute or two, Chris and other enemies were killed with ease, as Leon was smirking widely while giving you gamepad back.

"That's how you do it, sweetheart... Give it a try now, or maybe build another house in your Sims."