it's been 13 days since i first met jordan phillips and it's been pretty good we've been hanging out a lot and i got to meet his team but they're all jerks. i now know the sandlot boys names but i don't talk to them really unless phillips is playing ball there with me. but let's get to it!
*ring ring ring ring* the second my eyes fluttered open i grunted and slammed my hand down on the alarm clock causing it to turn off.
about five minutes later i decided to finally get up and hopped in the shower slumping my back as i walked and rubbing my eyes.
once i got out of the shower i dried my hair and brushed it out. today i actually styled it into two french braids that layed in the back of my head. i then threw on a pink colored flannel with a white tanktop, some jean shorts and my white converse
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after i got ready i ran downstairs and as always ever since he got his new job he wasn't there. i read the note just like everyday and it stated he was on a business trip and was gonna wake me up but i was too peaceful. i sighed. it was okay though because it meant more time with my friends.. well really just friend.
i was gonna go get phillips to go get icecream in maybe a half hour so i sat in my room and turned on the movie "grease" since i had it on dvd. i sat on my bed and took off my flannel which nobody saw me without leaving me in my tanktop and shorts since it was scorching hot outside and my ac unite is ass. i continued watching grease and heard a rock it my window, i turned around to see phillips
"ignoring me are you riques?" he asked "i was hoping you'd forget i existed and leave me alone" i joked "alright riques move over" he ordered "um what stupid plan is going through your head?" i asked "just move harley" he replied. so i did and he literally jumped through my window
"you know if my dad was here you'd be a dead man" i mentioned "well he's not so i guess i'll live to see the day i marry you" he smiled looking at me kind of for approval "nice try jordan but i'm not interested" i replied shutting him down once again "hey it's hot as hell so we can't play ball do you want to go get icecream? i asked still in my tanktop
"jordan? jordan! hello!!" i said "hellooo my eyes are up here" i said clapping to catch his attention "i was just looking at the design" "it's literally a white shirt stupid" i said putting on my flannel again. i grabbed his hand pulling him down the stairs and out of the house "god dammit" i said in frustration "what's up?" "my bike still has the flat tire" "well i guess you're walking then" "whatever" "i'm just messing with you hop on the back of mine" i smiled at the thought of it "wanna let go of my hand?" he asked "oh sorry" i said blushing "i mean im not complaining but i gotta steer" i ignored him and hopped on
a/n sorry this chapter is short im gonna continue this scene in the next one following with something a bit juicy after i nap
