Undeniable

Undeniable - Chapter 9

chappy nueve. 

i'm peerrrrrty excited about what's cominnn'... prepare yourselves, chickies

I'm gonna add a lot more chapters, so it's not gonna be over that soon!!! YAY:)

well, i have nothing else to say.

ENJOY!!! love yall and ur comments :)

~@simply_lovely1234567

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The next day, being Sunday, was a relaxing day in Charleston. 

Jake and I play a game of one on one almost every day; and on Sunday, we play at least 50 zillion.

At least.

I wore my usual bikini top and shorts and Jake wore his usual ripped up tank top and sports shorts.

I dribbled in place and he stood in a squat, sweating like crazy but wanting to play more. He moved back and forth according to where I bounced the ball. He wouldn't let me beat him again, because I had already won the majority of the 50 zillion games played previously that day.

I dribbled a little more, getting closer and closer. I faked right and went left and executed the perfect shot.

"Another game won," I said, out of breath, "I'm getting lemonade."

"I second that."

We breathed heavily and sat around our countertop sipping mom's homemade lemonade (without pulp, to my liking) 

We decided to go get the King's and Madison and Max and go to the boardwalk, like we did most days. It had gotten sort of routine for us, because we already always hung out with Madison and Max and we really liked the King's.

I hopped on my bike and followed the others. Thomas and I rode side by side on the sidewalk.

"Okay, here's one. Knock knock?"

I sighed. "Who's there?" I said. We had been telling each other terrible knock knock jokes ever since we first saw each other that day.

"Atch."

I furrowed my brow. "Atch who?"

"Bless you," he said.

I didn't get it for a minute. 

"Oh!" I said, and died laughing. That was a good one.

"Alright," I said, "knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Broccoli."

"Broccoli who?"

"Broccoli doesn't have a last name, silly."

He smiled and shook his head. "You're cool."

I smirked. "I know. I came up with that on my own."

I thought for a minute. "One more," I told him, "knock knock."

"Who's there?"

"Urine."

He snorted. "Uh... urine who?"

"Urine trouble."

He wasn't watching where he was going and ran into the big bush that blocked his path. 

"That was pretty good," he said, climbing out of the bush.

"Yeah, well," I said, "I'm just too funny for you."