Princess and the Pea? No no, it's JERK and the Pea

Chapter [2]

Hey there!! :D So, this is the second chapter of PATPNNIJATP! Ahaha(: Jaykay, I'm not going to call it that! Too much work... -__-

S-o, I hope you like the story! I'm kinda free-writing, so...(:

Well I hope you guys like where the stories going so far!

I guess there's nothing much left to say!

Enjoy!

The goal is...Hm...Four pages... :D

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[Avery POV]

"Hey, Avery! AVERY!" I hear.

"Huh? What?!" I yell, popping my eyes open.

"Get your fat ass off of the couch." I see the dude who left me out in the rain yesterday, looking at me with his grey eyes.

Great.

"This fat ass is a hundred and twenty pounds!" I exclaim at him.

"Your hundred and twenty pounds is going outside."

"I know where you're going." I mutter. He grabs me by the hair, and I yelp in pain.

"What did you say?" He hisses in my ear.

"You're a jerk!" I cry, clawing at his hands that's holding my hair.

"Yeah well, thanks." He lets go of my hair, and I smooth it out.

"Anytime." I mutter.

You know, I don't need this in the morning.

"Why are you waking me up this early in the mor-,"

"It's twelve in the afternoon."

"I mean afternoon." I cover.

The guy raises his eyes, and points his finger outside.

"Out. NOW." He barks. I roll my eyes.

"All right, all right..Right after lunch!" I say, smiling.

[Ian POV]

Every morning on the weekend, I wake up at six in the morning. I take a quick shower after that, and get dressed.

Then, I eat breakfast at seven. At around eight, my friend Steven comes over to the house.

Oh yeah, you should've seen him flip out when he saw the girl.

"Whoa! You lucked out bro!" He says to me, patting my back.

"I think it's the opposite." I mutter.

"Man, if I had luck like you, I'd die."

I give him a confused look.

"That doesn't make any sense, Steven."

"Whatever..." He says, still staring at Avery. I guess he wasn't the brightest bulb in the bunch.

"Can I...Can I touch her face?"

"Oh gross!" I exclaim, giving him a dirty look.

"Just go home, Steven!"

"But I just-,"

"GO!"

That's friggin' gross. Who says that?

Steven leaves, glancing back at the girl. Why was I even his friend?

It's about nine in the morning now, so I decide to wake the girl up.