Well,hello,sir...

15 0 1
                                    

I woke up quite early,next to James. I lightly shook him to wake him up.

A:James, get up...

Ja:What? Oh,morning,babe!

A:Morning,prince...let's get going.

Ja:Changed it to prince,huh?

A:Yeah,why not? It's better than slothy,right?

Ja:100% better!

A:Let's get dressed before Mark comes in.

He nodded. I went in the bathroom to change while James stayed in my room...well,our room now.

After I was done I knocked on the door.

A:Can I come in?

Ja:Yeah!

I opened the door to see James,topless, making his hair in my mirror.

A:Again with the shirt protest?

Ja:What? No! I'm just fighting my hair first. I will get a button shirt.

A:Then get one on!

Ja:I will! What? You don't like my abs anymore?

A:I didn't say that! And I don't like them,James. We talked about this.

He stopped playing with his hair and cuddled me. Still topless.

Ja:I know that,babe. Don't worry! I was just saying.

He hugged me tighter. I heard a knock on the door and then Eliza popped her head in.

El:Get a shirt and come downstairs.

She left.

Ja:Before you say anything,I will get a shirt. I just don't know which would look good enough for your expectations. 

A:What? James,just get a shirt. The red checked one I like the most,just saying.

Ja:Red checked then.

I handed him the shirt and he started to button it up. I heard a scratch on the door.

A:Jakey!! How did you get upstairs?

M:I helped...

A:I guess Eliza stayed over?

M:Yeah,I managed to convince her.

El:Mark!

M:What?

El:Can we stop talking about my crap life and the fact that you begged me to stay here?

M:Why?

El:I..I just want to forget about that.

M:OK,I'll stop...come here!

They hugged and then went downstairs. We followed them shortly after.

We saw a lot of pancakes,waffles and other breakfast goods.

A:Who made all of this?

El:Me..

M:She's amazing!

El:Shut up! You're making me blush!

Ja:Come on,Eli. You know you're amazing.

El:Shut up and sit down,Jimmy..

M:Yeah,what's with "Jimmy"?

El:This is how our grandma calls him. She likes "Jimmy" more than "James". So we call him Jimmy.  Sometimes even Jim.

You've reached the end of published parts.

⏰ Last updated: Jan 31, 2017 ⏰

Add this story to your Library to get notified about new parts!

8th Grader In The Internet LifeWhere stories live. Discover now