b r e a k d o w n s // jack johnson (ON HOLD)

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Song: Like That by Jack & Jack feat. Skate (😍😍😍)

Bree and Aaliyah's outfits for digi on side/top

Aaliyah's POV

Bree and I were really surprised when we barged into the house to see Alex sitting calmly on the huge, plush couch, watching the Walking Dead and eating from a bag of nacho cheese Doritos. "We're home, Lex!" Bree yelled as she walked in after me, using the nickname she knew Alex hated, cause it made him sound like a girl. "Don't call me that!" he whined. I plopped down on the couch next to him, slipping off my Puma sneaker wedges under the coffee table and putting my socked feet up next to Alex's small ones.

I stuck my hand into the bag of Doritos and shoved the handful into my mouth. "Hey, kid." I said, nudging Alex's shoulder with mine. "Hey, Lilah!" Alex exclaimed, flashing me a toothy grin. "Come on, Aaliyah, we need to get ready." Bree said, tossing her pale pink Chanel crossbody bag on the couch. I plopped my black and white backpack on top of her bag. "Breeze." I started, using one of my multiple nicknames for her. "The boys are coming to pick us up at 6. It's 3:45. We have plenty of time." I chided, sinking deep into the couch. "Fine. If you wanna look like you just rolled out of bed for Jack, then take all the time you want." Bree snapped, turning and stomping up the grand staircase.

As soon as we heard Bree's bedroom door slam, Alex and I exploded. Once we sobered up, I wiped away a laughter tear. "That was hysterical!" I exclaimed, doubling over. Alex nodded. "Yeah it was." he agreed, nodding. "You want some ice cream?" I asked, getting up from the couch an pillion my SnapBack out of my bag, setting it on the coffee table. "Sure!" I shoved my phone into my back pocket and headed to the kitchen, Alex beside me.

When we got to the kitchen, I reached to the very back of the freezer where Bree's parents kept the ice cream stash that they tried to hide from us kids, but I always found it. wherever they hid it, I always found it. what can I say, I'm a bloodhound when it comes to food. I pulled out the 3 giant tubs of ice cream. "Okay, kid. What do you want? We have rocky road, birthday cake, and Coffee Oreo." I offered, holding the three huge containers of ice cream in my bony arms. "Rocky Road! Rocky Road!" Alex chanted over and over. I laughed. "I'm probably gonna regret giving you sugar, but oh well!" I shrugged, setting the containers of Rocky Road and Coffee Oreo (my favorite) down on the marble counter, shoving the birthday cake ice cream back into its hiding place. I grabbed an ice cream scooper and put two giant scoops in Alex's bowl, and four in mine, cause I can hold my sugar, but Alex definitely can't. I washed the scooper and put it back in the drawer.

I walked across the kitchen, Alex at my heels, to the cabinet that held the millions of toppings that Bree and Alex made their parents buy. "Okay, what do u want, kid?" I asked, sifting through the wide variety of toppings. "Ummm, I want chocolate sauce, rainbow sprinkles, and chocolate chips!" Alex exclaimed, hopping up and down eagerly. I laughed at his adorableness as I got out the toppings he requested, setting them on the counter, before turning back to get caramel sauce, Oreo pieces, and cookie dough bites for myself and setting them next to Alex's. "Here we go." I said, organizing my toppings next to my ice cream, and Alex's toppings next to Alex's ice cream. "Wait." I said right as Alex was about to dump chocolate sauce all over his ice cream. "What?" He whined. "We need music." I decided, pulling out my phone, blasting "Like That feat. Skate". Alex had heard me and Bree blast this song so much, that he knows all the words. Alex sung and I rapped our hearts out as we dumped toppings on our mountains of ice cream. At one point, we were so loud, that Bree screeched down at us to shut up, which just made us crack up uncontrollably, then sing and rap louder.

By the time the song ended, our masterpieces were done. Except for one thing. "Wait!" I exclaimed, just as Alex was about to dig his spoon into his sundae. "Ugh, what now?!" Alex whined. I scurried to the fridge. "What's a sundae......." I reached over Alex's shoulder and put a monstrous amount of whipped cream on each of our sundaes. "Without whipped cream." I finished, capping the canister and returning it to the fridge. Alex grinned widely. "Now we can eat." I announced, carrying my bowl back into the living room.