trapped.

02

After watching like three movies with Jack, I was finally getting tired. We were lying on my bed, with my head on his bare chest and his arms wrapped gently around me.

"Good night beautiful." He whispered kissing my forehead.
"Good night fuckboy."

-

The next morning I woke up to the bright sun in my eyes.

I yawned, before wiggling out of Jacks grip. I went over to the bathroom and quickly brushed my teeth and washed my face. When I finally felt refreshed and awake I headed downstairs.

Drakes new mixtape was blasting and I was singing along to the lyrics as I cooked breakfast for Jack and I.

"They never told me when you get the crown it's gon' take some getting used to. new friends all in their old feelings now, they don't love you like they used to man." I sang.

"How about getting used to this?" a voice whispered in my ear as two arms wrapped around me. Obviously, it's Jack.

I turned around before softly hit him with the spatula and he held his arm in pain, pretending like it hurt.

"Nah, I have Ashton for that." I smirked.

"He's such a dick though, why?" jack frowned.

"Yeah, he has a dick for sure." I winked not wanting to get on this topic.

"Yeah wait until you see mine."

I rolled my eyes and served jack his breakfast, sitting by him at the table.

"You hurt my arm, now the least you can do is feed me?" Jack chuckled.

"You're annoying." I groaned grabbing his plate.

I climbed onto the table and sat in front of Jack. I actually thought about feeding him until I changed my mind and began to throw the eggs on him. Soon enough, there was eggs everywhere, and we were both laughing hysterically.

"Clean this up so I can take you to eat some real breakfast." Jack smiled taking a piece of egg out my hair.

Suddenly my phone started ringing.

I sighed when I realized who it was.

"Oh hey Ashton, of course I'm up for breakfast." I said turning to look at Jacks facial expression.