It was definitely risky, but a full-on blitz might just be your only option. In a strange way this whole situation reminded you of the NFL. Right now it was fourth and long, game on the line. Jacqueline was waiting in the pocket with the remote while you were a jacked-up linebacker looking for the sack.
As ridiculous as it was you could hear the roar of the crowed and the offensive line blocking your path. You needed to force a fumble and scoop up the football/remote. You could see your sister's eyes narrow from behind her imaginary visor and you could feel the adrenaline coursing through you veins.
It was the final play of the game, Hail Mary vs Blitz. Suddenly your bedroom was no longer a bedroom, it was the grid iron. You must've heard someone yell hike because you took off like a bat out of hell. Your older sister's eyes widened in shock as she must've not expected you to charge her.
On instinct she tried to juke you, but you were having none of it. With speed you never knew you had and strength that seemed to come out of nowhere, you slammed into Jacqueline like a runaway freight train. The poor quarterback didn't stand a chance as she was blasted backwards and landed hard on the unforgiving floor.
You winced at the sight, but something more important demanded your attention. The QB had fumbled the ball/remote. Acting fast you scooped up the pigskin and ran to the other side of the room before turning back to your fallen sister. "This fucking game is over! Touchdown!"
Jacqueline simply groaned as she rubbed her aching head. "What the hell are you talking about?"
And just like that the illusion was broken and your Lombardi trophy vanished. "Damn it. And I didn't even get to hold the damn thing." You then turned your full attention back to Jacqueline and then the remote. Thirty-seven percent, you'd have been screwed if she shot you. "What the hell's your problem!?"
"What?" Jacqueline asked as she used the wall to stand. She thinks she might be concussed. Her eyes then go wide with worry when she notices the remote in your hand. "N-Now Ethan, let's not--"
"Shut! Up!" You growled, which made Jacqueline flinch. "Do you know what would've happened if you shot me with this!? Do you have any idea!? I'd have been smaller than speck! I'd be lost in the carpet forever or worse! You could've killed me! But you knew that already... and you still tried to shoot me anyway. What a great big sister you are."
"B-but--" Jacqui tried to defend. You shut that down real quick.
"But nothing! You always assume the worst in me and your extremely judgmental! You asked me about the remote and I told you the truth, but you still didn't believe me! You thought I was out to do something skeevy and thought the best way to teach me a lesson was to shoot me despite the danger. What ever happened to innocent until proven guilty!?"
Jacqueline was really starting to feel like crap now. Maybe she did jump the gun? Come to think of it, she always jumped the gun on you and nine times out of ten you were innocent. What was her problem with you? She didn't do this with anyone else. Damn it! Once again she jumped to conclusions and could've gotten you killed when you didn't even do anything wrong. "Ethan I'm... I'm sorry!"
"Sorry!? Your sorry!?" You repeated in disbelief. "Are you serious right! I should shrink you on principle for what you tried to pull!"
Jacqueline actually looked scared now. Good. She should feel scared. Especially since your now the one aiming the remote at her.
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