𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 // 𝙟𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙞𝙖𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙧

[ 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙚𝙣 ]

when stella woke up, she found herself still cuddled into jeremiah's side.

friends cuddle, right? she thought.

he was on his phone and he looked ridiculous. he was trying his best not to move or wake stella up so he had himself positioned in the funniest way possible. when she finally rolled off his shoulder, he sat up and twisted his back, making it crack.

he let out a big sigh of relief. "my back," he half-laughed and half-groaned.

"my bad." stella's voice was muffled into the pillow.

jeremiah chuckled softly and put his phone down. "it's okay. more importantly, we have to get up pretty soon before belly wakes up. it's her birthday."

promptly, stella lifted her head up. "what did you get her?" she asked him.

"a good luck charm. what did you get her?" he poked at her.

it was only a joke because a few years ago, stella had forgotten to buy isabel a birthday gift so she got in on jeremiah's gift. minutes before it was gift time, he let her write her name on the tag as well. of course, she owed him big time. he got to eat one of her pancakes that morning.

"ha. ha. very funny." stella lazily propped herself up on her elbows. "i actually got her a ukulele this year 'cause she said she wanted to learn an instrument."

jeremiah's laughter stopped. "man, you actually got her something?"

"it was one time!" stella laughed, resting her head in his lap. she craved the feeling of sleep even though she had just woken up.

he played with a few loose strands of her hair while teasing her. "that pancake was really yummy-"

stella slowly rolled off the bed and stood up. "i'm gonna go get ready before belly wakes up."

"okay," jeremiah replied. he sat still on his bed where her head was in his lap just moments ago.

this is getting a little out of hand, jere, he told himself. she's not into you, my guy.

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stella threw on a pair of jean shorts and an oversized t-shirt. she had on a pair of nike socks and her nike blazers. she wore those when she wasn't going to the beach.

when she walked into the kitchen and saw jeremiah wearing almost identical socks, she crossed her arms and downwards smiled. "you're a fan," she said, making her way over to him.

unlike stella, he was wearing white vans. "you're the fan," he returned, giving her a morning side hug.

stella went to grab a glass to fill up with strawberry lemonade. "that drink is for children," jeremiah teased her while taking a sip of his smoothie.

"what? strawberry lemonade is, like, ten times better than whatever shit you're drinking." stella took a sip of her delicious lemonade.

laurel looked back at the two. "language."

"my bad," stella apologized before continuing. "try it, j. come on."

he crossed his arms. "i know what it tastes like. it's just an immature beverage-"

"i'll try your strange smoothie if you try my lemonade," stella smirked.

jeremiah didn't say anything before pulling her glass towards him and pushing his glass towards her. "fine."

she hummed and took his glass. they both tried each other's drinks and glared at each other playfully.

shit, his smoothie is hella good, she thought, giving him a guilty side eye.