Age: 15
James was in the kitchen making his regular coffee, he was humming a song by radiohead as he mixed and added the normal stuff for his coffee. Out of nowhere you sneak up behind him and peer over his shoulder.
"hola pookie..."
You whisper with a evil grin.
"AH WHAT THE FUC- ...."
He spins around and stares only to realise it was just you.
"JESUS CHRIST....WHY DO YO-....did you just call me pookie?"
He says in shock as he stares at your evil and devious grin, his voice lowers trying to figure out if he heard you right.
"¿pookie? si, vi tus videos...."
You say, grinning more.
"Please just speak in English....WAIT YOU SAW WHAT!?"
he exclaims, looking embarrassed.
"Mhm..the one where you crawl on the floor and growl.."
You say, you change your face to look a fake serious.
"My god.."
He groans and pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Right...can't wait to tell my friends my dad has a weird ass kink"
You say and burst out laughing, he looks at you, his face unreadable.
"Its not a kink, you weird child, my coffee is gonna get cold so just....go back to...I don't know"
He jokes, trying to think of something to say.
"But you you, slow dowwwnn-"
"NO."
"Aww but ple-"
"NOPE. ADOPTION."
"aw shucks"
247 words:D
Thanks James for giving me inspiration to write again since I had non! (You know who you are:])
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Small and big minds (James marriott)
HumorSome lil storys about a child and James marriott:D NO: •smut (ew.) •dating (literally a child) •anything seggual YES: •fluff •comfort TWs: •mentions of panic attacks and some other stuff which I will mention! :)
