My Guys.

39

Jasmine

"-then I told him that I don't want the job if I'm not even going to be recommended for any weddings."

"Hm that's good. Well I'll look around for jobs for you." Michael replied, looking at my lips. "New lipgloss?"

I smiled and nodded.

"You know what I've noticed?" I climbed on top of him so I was basically laying on top of him.

"What?"

"Your lips are super similar to Michael B Jordan." I held back a smile, squishing his lips together.

"Why are you staring at his lips like that, you loser?" He mumbled since I was holding his lips.

"I wasn't!" I smiled, hiding my face in the crook of his neck. "I was watching Creed with Alex and there was a close up of his lips and I was like 'They look like Michael's'." I explained, making him laugh.

"That's-"

"Ow!!" I rolled off Michael, holding my arse. "Alex, I actually hate you." He picked up this new habit where he slaps my ass as hard as he can and I don't hate it but it stings like a bitch.

He laughed "I love it." He came onto Michael's bed and hovered over me.

"I felt that, Al. Socair síos nó gortóidh tú go dona í." Michael slapped his back (Calm down or you'll seriously hurt her.)

"I know I know. I'm not an idiot."

"You are." I chimed in with a grin.
He squinted his eyes at me before put his head on my shoulder before biting it softly, making me put my head sideways on my shoulder to get him away, trying to push him off at the same time.
"You're too heavy."

"Oi. You're going to kill her, you fat bastard." Xander's voice scolded, making me laugh.

"She's fine. Are you fine?" he looked at me and I giggled, shaking my head. "You little shit." he flipped us both around so I was straddling him.

"Are you guys done?" Xander raised an eyebrow. I smiled and shook my head. He sighed "When you are done, you need to be down to eat."

"Are we not eating there?" I asked.

"We are but it's going be really late, I think."

"But it's a dinner. Why would we be eating late?"

"I don't know."

"Can't we just eat snacks?"

"Ask one more question." He warned, making me smile and shake my head. He nodded and walked out the room.

"What are you wearing, sweetheart?" Michael asked, coming out of the bathroom.

"A black dress. Leo took me out to get it."

"I'm going to take you out." Alex put his hands on either side of my face and pretended to snap my neck so I went limp and fell onto him, holding my breath so I can create the illusion that he killed me because it's funny.

"Jas." Alex flipped me over. "Jasmine stop it." He repeatedly slapped my face but like small taps. He repeatedly tapped my face.

I couldn't. I breathed out my nose with nose, silently laughing, making him let out a sigh of relief.

Alex

"Next time, I'm going to make sure you're dead." I flopped back on my back.

She does this everytime and every time it stresses me the fuck out.

She straddled me again so I tipped her over, making her giggle.
Her laugh is the most precious thing ever oh my goodness.