Steven and I do a lap around the house for breakfast before we go right back to the bed.
I hear my phone ding and quickly pick it up. It's Jere.
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I do my best to smack Steven with my open arm, but it doesn't work out to well. It's easy for him to dodge when I have to maneuver around my own body.
I have better luck pinching him with the arm inside the shirt.
"OW!" He squeals.
***
"I THOUGHT THREE HOURS WOULD NEVER END." Steven groans.
"At least you didn't have to smell yourself the whole time!" I fake gag.
"Yeah, I just had to smell you and your girly perfume!" He mocks.
"I think her perfume smells great." Jere says, leaning on the doorframe with a smirk.
"Down boy." I pat Steven's shoulder.
Steven scoffs and we attempt to get the shirt off.
Keyword: attempt
As in, failed.
Steven and I are a tangle of limbs in a giant shirt.
"Jere.." I whine, my right arm somehow touching my left ear.
He laughs a little as he walks over.
"We don't need your help." Steven says.
"Dude, you act like we aren't best friends." Jeremiah says with a smile.
Steven tightens his lips, "Oh yeah." He says quietly.
Jere shakes his head and helps us with the shirt.
"Thank you." I smile.
"GOOD BYE." Steven throws his arms up and speed walks out of my room.
"Wow, he even closed the door." Jeremiah says.
"With you in here and everything." I add with feign shock.
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