"Ahhh!" I had seriously thought he was going to forget. I thought it was some kind of empty threat. To be perfectly honest I didn't really think about it at all. Now I was in what could be seen as a very inappropriate situation.

David had me tied to a chair and was miserably failing in his attempt to gag me. I had been lucky enough to wake up in time to fend off the gross gag, though I didn't manage so well with the ropes. What kind of sicko climbs in through a girl's bedroom window, on the second floor might I add, ties her up, and takes her to his apartment where he then ties her to a chair? You might have the image of a man sporting a straight jacket and shock therapy hair-do, but how could he have tied me up wearing a straight jacket? Let's be reasonable.

It was just plain old David that had turned kidnapper on me. One might ask, is this psycho her friend? Sadly the answer to that question is yes. I hate to say it but that guy is one of my best friends. Now comes the question, are they more than friends if he has her in such a mercilessly awkward situation like the one previously mentioned? If someone chose to ask that question they would be shot in the head seven times. Let's not be getting any ideas. The answer is a definite no accompanied by an intense amount of vomiting. Now the innocent bystander would be very confused to say the least. I shall be kind this time and explain what had gotten me into this mess.

A month ago David and I had been having one of our usual conversations, which always happen to be very unusual, when the topic of Star Wars was once again brought up. A friend had drug me to see the last Star Wars movie but my experience stopped there. I wanted to see them though I never seemed to have the time or the movies at the same moment. David, who is a huge Star Wars fan like several of my other friends, told me that I had till the end of the month to see at least one other episode or else he would tie me to a chair and force me to watch every single Star Wars movie in the order they came out. I have very recently learned that that was not an idle threat. Who knew that they even had a DVD with them all in order?

"Here we are Sugar pie, a movie marathon with my queen comfortably seated on her throne." Remember now what I said about us being more than friends. You must understand that David and I have a very sarcastic relationship at best.

I sat there spewing explicatives under my breath while Dr. Evil plopped down on the couch and turned on the marathon from hell.

I was good for half of the first movie…only kicking him and yelling to amuse myself, after that though, I needed something a little more interesting to keep myself entertained. I turned my attention to a new and devious plan.

I stopped struggling, (yeah right) sighed, and turned my head away from him, having my body language show that I had given up. David whipped his head over to me trying to figure out what I was planning, the word surrender is not in my vocabulary and he knows that. I was using my brain instead of my annoyance to inflict pain and that never ends well for anyone….especially David as he never catches on.

I sat there with my head hung, hair in face, making little sputtering noises like I was about to cry. I knew David's weakness, he was chivalrous, the moment he saw a damsel in distress he was blinded. He would forget everything else, even the huge fact that I was anything but a damsel and never in "distress". Poor fellow, I almost pitied him sometimes, though not quite.

I was frantically rubbing my left wrist into the rope (which hurt a lot since the rope was the old cruddy nylon kind) while I heard David get up to go, "save me." As he was coming closer I stopped sawing on my wrist so he wouldn't see what I was up too and got into acting mode.

He knelt down on one knee, "Gwen, are you okay?" I let out a genuine sob, my wrist was killing me, and he responded perfectly. He reached up and gently turned my chin so I was facing him and I, playing him for all he was worth, quickly tucked my head back into my left shoulder almost as if I was afraid. "Gwen, what is it?" he asked softly, while scooting over to my other side. He then gently went to move my hair out of my face and he set his hand over mine. I gasped and tried to pull my hand back, moving my head down, acting my part flawlessly. He the carefully looked down and examined my hand, turning it over to see my rope mutilated wrist, ok it wasn't all that bad but he exaggerates.

He started cursing to himself and apologizing to me all at the same time. He jumped into action untying me. I bided my time sitting there crumpled. I then felt myself being help up and I slumped, in a beautifully pitiful fashion I might add.

As I felt him coming near to me I launched at him knocking him onto the couch, a great fight scene playing now in the background, what better way to set the tone then light sabers swinging around in the background.

I was very proud of my good acting and was celebrating by giving David several good punches in the gut. He tried to push me off of him but I succeeded in twisting so that we fell onto the floor, him banging his head on the coffee table in the process. As he went to hold his probably throbbing head I quickly grabbed his arm and twisted it to his back. (Wasn't there something I was supposed to remember when doing this?) Too late, the crazy double jointed David pushed his arm out at an insane angle then quick as lightning had me in the same position. I back kicked and he dodged, losing his grip. I jumped up and swung at him, clipping his chin; he went for a right hook but only succeeded in knocking us both over the table, Klutz. We tumbled around, alternating headlocks and such until finally we were exhausted and only half heartedly enjoying our play fight.

David rolled me over and jumped up to escape but I pinned him onto the couch.

"I didn't know you like to be on top, quite the female dominatrix, aren't we?" he smugly shot.

"Ass hole"

"Wench"

"Bastard"

"Bitch"

"Pig"

"Whore"

"You wish"

"You know it babe." With that comment he succeeded in disgusting me and I pushed myself up to get off of him. He, being the jerk that he is, pulled my arms out from under me, causing me to fall right back onto him and for some reason into an awkward situation.

We just looked at each other, eyes searching for something we thought we glimpsed in the other's. I snapped back first, "move over."

Some how we managed to push ourselves to opposite ends of his enormous couch. We fell into a comfortable silence watching Star Wars, while desperately trying not to look at the other.