Debuts Poem by anais vionet

It's a Monday. Capitalism and school have given Mondays a bad rap and we need to take it back. That would require a movement of some sort, too much, I suppose, with a WAR on.
I have the jitters. This morning was, well, Monday and I had a midterm - sort of. So it would've been irresponsible for me to take the time to straighten my room - I'm nothing if not responsible. But Peter's here. It's his first glimpse of my room and it's a mess "There's an underlying order" I assure him.
"There always is, " says mr. physics.

Anna had taken a (photo) burst of us - the modern equivalent of those childhood, cartoon flicker-books - to celebrate his first visit to our immaculate suite. Now she's screen-sharing them on the huge common room TV. "You're cute, " He says.
"Hurray for me, hooray for that, " I reply, "But I was thinking YOU'RE cute, " I say as I snuggle closer to him on the couch.
"We all love the sound of compliments slapping together, " Leong says, sarcastically.
"Find a communist, " I suggested to Leong, "they all study philosophy, I think."
"You come into MY house.., " Leong begins.
"You come into MY house.., " I responded.
"You come into MY house.., " Anna says from the kitchen.
"You come into MY house.., " Sophy yells from her room. This could go on all night.

"The four reactions, " Peter says.
"He's starting to talk physics again! " Anna says, narrowing her eyes on him, like a cat catching sight of a squirrel. Leong, yawns excessively, "Ugh! Make him stop, "

"All the forces that we experience every day.., " Peter begins. At first, I moaned as if I'd been told I was about to be waterboarded. Then I take action, rolling over and climbing on top of him, messing his hair and beginning to tickle him, "There must have been an off switch somewhere! " I exclaim.

Now everyone's screaming and laughing, "Ok, Ok, I give up." he says, then he pins my arms to my sides at my elbows - but before he can swing me off of him, I lean in and plant a sloppy wet lick on the side of his face. "H-Hey! " he says, wincing like someone avoiding a wild puppy. He was all askew by the time he swung me off onto the couch and fixed me with a concentration that suggested that nothing else mattered. Time seemed to stop and that moment was the first time I thought about kissing him.

Over his left shoulder Anna vibe checks me by making a moony love-face - throwing in several puckery kisses. I've never seen myself in action, but a sharp, stinging sense of recognition told me that her impersonation was more accurate than not - and I snapped out of it. "What are we doing for dinner? " I asked, and the tension broke.