Clandestine || J. Garoppolo

[16]

shit goes down in this chapter

I love it

so the sox won last night and bogey hit a walk off double and fam I was so proud of him :')

but yeah Jazel happens and you Jazel shippers are gonna be like "yesssss finally Nova"

So today I went shopping and got a couple poetry books and some boots and a backpack for my school books

But yeah shit happens and it was kinda hard for me to write tbh

So ilysm and umm

Song suggestions:
-can't take my eyes off you by Lady antebellum
-like we used to by a rocket to the moon
-once in a lifetime by one direction

Enjoy!
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"It feels really good to be home," Jimmy sighed.

"It does," Haz replied, letting out a sigh as well.

"It also feels really good to win a Super Bowl," he grinned. Hazel grinned, too.

"It does, doesn't it?" she chuckled. Jimmy nodded, and they were both just smiling.

"Let's unpack and then watch a movie or something," Jimmy suggested.

"Good idea."

Hazel picked up her bags and brought them into her room, and she dropped them on her bed. She started piling her dirty laundry up, humming as she went along. She didn't even notice Jimmy come up behind her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, and she giggled.

"You're such a moron, Jimmy! Oh my gosh!" she laughed, and she grabbed her pillow. She smacked him in the side of the head.

"Oh that's it! You still ticklish, Haz?" he smirked, and he started tickling her stomach, making her erupt into a fit of giggles. She tried to tickle him back, but her arms were no match for his strong arms. They had always play-fought and tickled each other when they were younger, but over the past few years they had "matured." The two always had a touchy-feely relationship.

Suddenly he flipped her over onto her back, and she was still giggling uncontrollably. He pinned her arms above her head, and he couldn't stop smirking; he knew she couldn't get away.

Her t-shirt was riding up, and he shot Hazel a crooked grin. She knew exactly what that meant, and she started kicking her legs to get away. Jimmy started blowing raspberries on her tummy, and she was full-out  squealing now; she could barely breathe.

"Dammit, Jimmy!" she gasped. "I hate you so-"

Telling him to stop was obviously futile, because he just wouldn't. She was kicking and giggling, and this was the closest Hazel had felt to Jimmy in months.

Eventually Jimmy ceased tickling her, and the two of them were a sweating, laughing mess on Hazel's bed.

"You're," she gasped, "an asshole, James."

"You love me though," he laughed, and their faces were so close. He brushed his thumb over her cheek, and as they lay there losing themselves in each other, Hazel felt butterflies in her tummy.

"I do," she whispered.

"I do, too," he whispered back. He brushed a strand of hair behind her ear.