After an unexplainable accident Annabelle finds herself hundred years in the past. In the boom of the 1920s, the era of Jazz and bootleggers. But it's not just the 20s she now has to deal with, she also happens to find herself stumble right into the...
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𝓝𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓹𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓻𝔂.
𝓡𝓪𝓬𝓱𝓮𝓵 𝓚𝓱𝓸𝓸
"So basically you disrupted my peaceful slumber, because my brother is an ass?"
"No. I mean yea, that too, but I actually just wanted to visit Daisy."
The now slightly more conscious Shelby just nodded, while buttoning up a fresh shirt, before he faced me and looked at me with an overdramatic pout.
"Wait so you like my daughter more than me?"
He acted like a butthurt child and crossed his arms infront of his chest, so I just couldn't take him serious anymore and broke out in laughter. Not only that, but he was also only wearing undergarments, high socks and a white shirt, which made the image rather hilarious.
"Hey, are you laughing about me?"
He also cracked a small grin when he stamped on the floor like a child throwing a tantrum. Not being able to get out any words, I just nodded hysterically.
He pulled up his pants while shaking his head with a smile on his face. Meanwhile I broke out in heavy fits of laughing every single time I looked at him.
Now being fully dressed he slowly walked up to my heavily shaking figure. I think at this point I wasn't even laughing about him anymore and more because I was hearing my own stupid laugh.
"You know, you should take me more serious."
He said with a cocky smile and crawled onto the bed so he was pretty much straddling me. Was this his way of trying to be intimidating? If so, it didn't work.
"Ne-never." Being very much out of breath I pressed that short word out, which only made him raise his eyebrows.
"Oh really? Maybe I should show you how intimidating I can be then."
With those words he fully sat down on me and started attacking my sides with pokes and tickles.
Oh no. Much to his pleasure and my dismay I was probably the most ticklish person on the planet. Now once again laughing uncontrolablely, I tried to throw myself from side to side, but soon realised that it was useless since he was so heavy that I couldn't move underneath him.
"Jo-John stop, plea-please."
"Hm, what did you say, I can't hear you. Did you say I am not intimidating, OK then I gotta continue I guess."
Slowly but surely I didn't even get the chance to breath anymore and I was surely as red as a tomato.
"I, ahh , I can't breath Jo-John."
"I still can't hear you."
Argh, the next time I'll use water to wake him up.
"Ok! Ok, I take it- it back! You're hihihi intimi-midating."
