You Don't Even Want To Know

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Chapter 16:

Jessica's POV:

"Wake up!" someone idiotically shouted in my ear. I grunted and buried myself deeper into my warm, soft blankets. "Fine then. You don't get food," the voice huffed and that's when the smell hit me.

It was a combination bacon, pancakes, eggs, and everything nice. My eyes shot open and I flung the covers off my head. I lunged out of my bed while pushing the person who woke me up over and flying out the room. I rubbed my eyes trying to clear up my vision as my feet brought me closer to the promise land.

I slid into the kitchen on my socks and ended up in an awkward position on the floor. "You look like a gay mermaid," my cousin's voice joked from behind me. I guess he was the one that woke me up. I glared at him before hopping up on my feet to see the most beautiful thing in my life.

There in front of me stood Selena Gomez... cooking. That may not mean much to you, but when she cooks it's like the awesome feeling you get when your cousin with amazing singing talent was being signed to a record deal. What? You've never had that feeling? Well, I have. Take that bitches.

I ran over to Selena who was flipping a pancake and gave her a bear hug. "You know I love you, right?" I said with a seductive face. Well, I'm actually as seductive as a llama having a seizure. Don't judge. She stared at me before laughing. "Justin, get her off me!" she giggled. I pouted as he pried my arms off her.

"I'm the only one who can hug my baby honey bear," he smirked at her while she gagged and I laughed. "No! You can't hug my apple blossom tater tot!" I exclaimed. They both laughed then Justin made a serious face. "She's my purple daisy fluff lion!" he argued. "She's my wizard cake elbow pillow!" I shot back and gave him my best 'Trick you ain't shit' look.

"Angel water cushion flakes!" Justin shouted.

"Korean applesauce with candy candles!" I screamed.

"FLEECY CHOCOLATE LUCKY MUFFIN!"

"SPOTTED FRENCH ROSE POODLE!"

"Stop!" Selena interrupted. Justin and I broke out of our glare-down and looked at her. "There's enough of me to go around," she joked while wiggling her eyebrows and shoulders. We all laughed, but seized down when a sleepy Jazmyn and Jaxon entered the room. That made me remember...

"Wait, didn't you say the family was coming over today?" I asked Justin with wide eyes. "Yep, at 11:00" he replied. "For what exactly?" I asked him with a scolding look. How dare he invite people to my house without me knowing. Just kidding. We cool. We cool. "A barbecue," he answered and my eyes shot open wider than the size of One Direction's fan base. Yep, they've grown on me.

"I need to go shopping," I announced. I grabbed two pancakes off the top of the pile and grabbed my wallet which I left laying on the counter. Yeah, I'm not safe. First the unlocked front door now this? Daddy and Mommy would disapprove. "You haven't changed!" Justin shouted after me. I glanced down at myself. I was wearing a grey T-shirt that said Alabama University on it in red letters, red sweatpants, and my hair was in a messy low bun. I shrugged to myself before slamming the door behind me as a response.

I hopped in my car and quickly drove towards the nearby Walmart, the land of all majesticalness. I blasted the 70's station throughout my car because the music gets me pumped. I rolled down my window and put on some sunglasses like a thug. The light in front of me turned red and I stopped my car. The stopped car next to me had two really hot guys in it staring at me with their window down... and the song playing from my car was Wanna Be by the Spice Girls. Oh joy.

I bobbed my head to the beat and turned the song louder. I looked at the guys who were staring at me amused, and I started singing. "So tell me what you want. What you really, really want. I'll tell you what I want. What I really, really want. So tell me what you want. What you really, really want. I'll tell you what I want. What I really, really want!" I sang ridiculously loud to them while using hand motions. The driver was laughing while the guy in the passenger's seat I'm pretty sure was video taping me.

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