Friendship Fails ~ON HOLD~

Friendship Fails

I smile, my eyes still closed as I feel Jaimies' warm minty breath wash over my face.  

Ugh, its already time for school. I think to myself, knowing that's why Jaimie is waking me up. "No. Jaimie. Leave. I cherish sleep." I mumble, still trying to cling to the misty edges of sleep. I feel him chuckle quietly before his big strong arms wrap around my upper body over the blanket. "Awww, so do you not cherish me anymore? Huh Livey?" He teases me in an innocent voice. My eyes shoot open wide in anger as his words register on my mind. "I told you NEVER to call me that!" I shout at him, scanning the room for his black and blue haired form. "Aww, but why not? You look adorable when you're angry." He whispers before I turn again still searching. "Jaimie! Get your big butt out here! You know I don't like to play in the mornings!" I shout at him. "Hey, my butt is not big but I knew you couldn't resist checking me out. Ha, and does that mean I can play with you at night? With the lights not being the only thing that's off?" He says to me, by the tone of his voice I know in my heart that he's smirking that smirk that makes girls melt at his feet... and some guys too. I glare at the ceiling as I drop back landing on my bed with an "Ommph." and my hair, white from its roots to the tips, fanned out behind me. "Aww, Darlin'? Don't get mad at me. You know I loves yous." He tells me while crawling onto my bed, laying next to me and lightly pinching my cheek in his left hand. "Please, Silver. Look at me. Pwease. You know I like to tease you." He whimpers while brushing his hands through my hair, while proceeding to do his puppy imitation that always breaks me. "Dont be mad, Silver. Don't be mad at me." "I'm not mad you, crazy! I'm tired. I had to put up with you again last night... IN MY PJ'S! Laughing at all my paint stained clothes and sleeping with you curled around me like a giant teddy bear." The last part I will admit to liking... mare than I should but my pajamas are big batman boxers and a grey shirt that is covered in paint from my constant painting habits. Him and his wolf whistles and comments on how 'hot' I look got old. Oh and before you ask Jaimie isn't my boyfriend, he's just my best friend. He spends the night at my house since hardly anyone's here ever. We've known each other forever we even occasionally share clothes... okay fine I steal his and he steals mine... cause all I wear is guy clothes. Speaking of which is that my... "Blood on the Dance Floor T-shirt! No, give me that!" I tackle him causing us both to tumble to the floor, me landing on top. he tries fending me off trying to restrain my arms from taking off the shirt of mine he's wearing. "No! Silver! Ugh! I know you wanna see me naked but hold up a second!" "You wish! Now give me that or.... or I'll. uhh." I falter, he smirks up at me still trying to wriggle away but I straddle his waist keeping him in place. "You'll what?" I glare at him then an idea pops into ny head. "I'll bite you! I know you weak spots and my bites leave marks." "So you're gonna give me a hickey?" I shrug and nod, his eyes widen in fear as a look of determination sets itself on my face. "Fine. fine I give!" I shake my head as I near his neck, stealthyly already taking off the shirt to get a better angle. With his shirt off Jaimie actually looks hot... when did he get a six pack? When did he get so muscular? So... So... so what the hell am I doing!? I'm centimeters away from biting his neck while he's shirtless and under me! Shaking my head I pull back noticing his breathing had sped up quite a bit, and his skin was kinda flushed looking. Still straddling his waist I move back a little to get up... but not before feeling his umm... well you know had got excited. Instead of being freaked out like any other girl would be I shrug it off and stand up as though nothing happend. I pick up my BOTDF shirt and walk to my closet leaving Jaimie on the floor. I toss him one of his shirts from my closet and lay down next to him, refusing to acknowledge the awkward-ness. "Silver, we got to get to school go on and get dressed." I groan smacking his shoulder playfully and smiling at him knowing that moment of awkward-ness is gone. I grab a pair of jeans and my favorite pair of shoes... yes they're both guy clothes! Don't judge mee!... I slip the jeans on over my boxers and look up seeing that Jaimie is staring curiously at me: "What?" "Aren't you going to put the jeans over your under wear instead of your boxers? And aren't you gonna change shirts? Or bras at least? Isn't it uncomfortable to sleep in one all night?" He asks in avrush. "Dude you know the boxers ARE my under wear and yes it is uncomfortable to sleep in one which is why I don't." He stares at me shocked. "Youre not wearing a bra!?" I snort as his jaw drops a little bit. "No, I'm not but judging by your reaction you just realized that this is as close as you've been to a girl in her under wear and no bra. Oh speaking of which can you clip this damn thing please?" While I was talking I had turned around and put on a bra but I couldn't reach the clip thingies in the back. Picking up the back of my shirt I walk around to Jaimie so he could help, I saw him gulp before tentavly reaching out with fumbling fingers to clip it in place. After I turned to look at him, his cheeks a tad bit pinker under his gorgeous hazel eyes. "Dude c'mon you know its just me. We've slept together since pre-k when you were scared of the killer stuffed animals at nap time. We play football together, traded Pokémon and Yu-Gi-Oh cards. Hell we even got our first casts together. Promise me we'll always be friends, together forever. Anyone tries to hurt my Jaimie they got to answer to me. Now c'mon and help me look not like a girl anymore." He smiles down at me and nods. "Don't forget your gear, Silver." I groan again remembering that we have football practice then a game after school, thank glob its Friday. I grab my duffel bag and slip on my jersey over my grey shirt, it proudly displays # 7 I turn to see Jaimie putting his identical jersey on with the same # 7 on it. The green and gold colors kinda making his tan skin look even darker. Oh right we have the same number because we're the Terror Twins. We're not related or even look alike but on the field we blur together already knowing what the other is going to do before we do it. Our coach said we're the only pair of Terrors he's had the pleasure to coach. He even over looked the fact that i'm a girl, some of the team did too but we still got our fair share of ignorant fools on the team. "Sil! Get your boney ass down here!" Jaimie yells from down stairs. The fuck!? When the hell did he get down there? "My ass ain't boney!" I yell back at him. "Fine, get your beautiful unboney fat ass down here, bitch!" I roll my eyes smiling before running down the stairs nearly running him over at the bottom. "Let's go. I'll drive." He tells me as we catch our balance.