Die In California

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Devyn's POV:

After deciding what takeout to have (and ending up ordering a bit of everything), we thankfully had a pretty easygoing night. We changed into our pjs, and snuggled up on the couches under blankets and covers. Casie got to pick the first film - The Jungle Book - then we made our rounds in choosing. Ash and I had to remind Kells and JP a few too many times that it had to be family friendly, before Casie fell asleep anyway. 

But the morning wasn't peaceful at all. I was awoken by my alarm, as expected, but JP rudely reached over me to turn it off with a groan. I rolled my eyes and pushed his heavy body off mine, before slowly dragging myself up out of bed. "C'mon, we've got a day of fun ahead. Go shower." I tugged on his arm. 

"No." He pouted, just like a defiant toddler, his cheek still squashed against his pillow. 
"Get the fuck up, or I swear to god I will walk out right now." I promised. That should get him up. 

I headed through to the bathroom and set the shower running, before slowly stripping out of my clothes. I made sure to leave the door open a crack - perfect for JP to see my bare back and ass as I lifted his t-shirt over my head. Again, that should get him up. And I was right.

Within a split second, JP had burst through the bathroom door, his boxers already hitting the floor. I laughed loudly as I was pushed into the shower by my eager boyfriend, his hands already beginning to feel up every inch of my skin. "You're so fuckin' beautiful. Breathtaking." He breathed as he pressed kisses against my neck.

It's safe to say I was surprised by JP's restraint during that shower. Instead of shoving me against the tiled wall like I expected him to, he simply covered his hands in shampoo, and began to thoroughly wash my hair. I couldn't help but to moan in pleasure as his fingertips massaged my scalp - the same fingertips that then massaged soap into my skin, relaxing each and every one of my muscles.

I, of course, returned the favour, and made sure to pay extra attention to where I knew he was sensitive. But before we could get too carried away, I let the water wash away all the soap, before shutting the shower off and grabbing two towels. I quickly dried myself before JP could get his hands on me, then grabbed a change of clothes from our wardrobe.

I went for  blue ripped jeans (not black, for a change!), a black Rolling Stones t-shirt tucked in with a black leather belt, and my black heeled boots. Since it was still pretty cold, I threw on a black leather jacket, untucking my curled brown hair from the collar, before sitting down to apply a little bit of makeup. 

"Damn, girl, you single or what?" JP smirked from the doorway of the bathroom, leaning against the wall. I rolled my eyes with a laugh, and trailed my eyes across his outfit through the mirror. He was wearing a black band tee that he'd torn the sleeves off, along with black skinny ripped jeans, and his classic black boots. His hair was gelled up in his quiff - my favourite style of all.

"Unfortunately not." I teasingly pouted, before turning to face him. "You not gonna be cold?" I raised an eyebrow at his lack of a coat.
"Nah, I'll be fine." He shrugged bashfully. He wouldn't be okay. 

"Put your leather jacket on. Your helmet, too." I smirked as I threw his jacket at him, before heading out of the door, leaving him stunned. "GET THE FUCK UP! CASIE, YOU KNOW WHAT TO DO!" I yelled as I stomped up and down the hallway, my heels echoing against the walls. "TIME TO GET UP! DON'T MAKE ME USE WATER ON YOU!"

"Shut the fuck up, bitch." Kells groaned as he appeared in his doorway, looking a little worse for wear despite being completely sober for the first night in a while. His bed head was crazy, and his eyelids looked heavy with sleep. "Get the fuck ready, then, and make me shut up." I challenged with a raised eyebrow.