Chapter 20 Does Anyone Have Any Marshmellows?
Jess P.O.V.
“Babe?”
“Hmmm?”
“My mom’s calling us down for breakfast”
“Ten more minutes” I mumble into my pillow, lying on my stomach.
“She’s making French toast…”
“Okay, okay I’m getting up.” I mutter and I roll onto my back, looking up at Jack. “What are you looking at?” I ask as I rub my eyes.
“Just how beautiful you are.” He whispers and kisses the tip of my nose.
“Jack, it’s too early to be charming”
I hear him chuckle as the bed dips down “It’s never too early to be charming” He whispers as he is on all fours, hovering over me.
“Kids! Breakfast is ready!” Mrs. Morris calls out. I hear Tom walk down the hall.
“I guess that’s our cue” I say
“It’s not going anywhere”
I look up at him, and wrap my arms around his neck. My lips are centimeters from his; I smile slightly, putting both hands on his chest. “Breakfast time” I whisper and I push him off me. I hear him groan a little.
“You little tease!”
“Awe, poor baby” I say and I get up and run a brush through my wavy hair. Jack walks over; wrapping his arms around my waist.
“I’ll get you back when you’re least expecting it.”
“Yeah alright”
“I’m serious, I will!”
I smile and nod “I’m sure you will, Jack” I say and I take his hand in mine and we walk downstairs.
“Thank-You for breakfast Mrs. Morris”
“Oh don’t worry about it dear.”
I smile and look over at Jack. “Jess and I are going to be leaving around 2:00pm to try to beat traffic home.”
Everyone nods and Jack and I get up and walk upstairs, backing our bags and such. We finally finish. I change into a gray NY Knicks sweatshirt, a pair of dark washed skinny jeans and a pair of royal blue Vans. I leave my hair down and wavy. And Jack throws on a maroon Harvard sweatshirt along with a pair of white basketball shorts and a pair of gray Vans, with his glasses still on.
I smile “Wow, I think I like you better in a sweatshirt and shorts than in your school attire” I whisper with my arms wrapped around his waist.
He chuckles a bit and lifts my chin with a finger. “Ditto” he whispers. “But the Knicks? Seriously? It’s all about the Celtics, not the Knicks.”
I laugh and shake my head “Nope the Knicks are my team”
“I guess I can live with that”
“Oh thank goodness” I say, smiling a little. We pack up the car and walk inside to say our goodbyes.
“Thank-You so much for having me and I am sorry we got mud everywhere yesterday”
“Oh no honey, it’s fine. I’m just glad you brought the old Jack back.” His mom says.
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Teen FictionHey Guys. So I wrote this when I was a teenager still in high school. Now I'm in my 20's and in college. I apologize for the confusing text you are about to read.I know that I jump between ages and the entire story timeline is rushed in some places...
