35 ᴍᴍ ꜰɪʟᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴄᴏꜰꜰᴇᴇ I 🎀 𝒢𝓇𝒶𝒸𝒾𝑒 𝒜𝒷𝓇𝒶𝓂𝓈 [𝑔𝓍𝑔] 🎀

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟗: 𝐀𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐢𝐞𝐬

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 19

The morning light filtered through the curtains of Gracie's living room, casting a soft flare over the space. Jackson stirred on the couch, the remnants of sleep clinging to him as he rolled over. His brow furrowed in confusion as he felt something strange—something warm and oddly heavy—sitting on his chest. Slowly, he opened his eyes, squinting against the sunlight, only to be met by the small, furry face of Weenie, Gracie's dog, staring directly at him.

Jackson blinked, wondering if he was still half asleep and imagining the dog. But when Weenie barked sharply at him, the reality of the situation hit, and he groaned, dropping his head back onto the pillow. "You're real. Great," he muttered, rubbing his eyes. He wasn't ready to deal with a dog right now, especially since there was one sitting on his chest and giving him that expectant look.

Weenie let out another small bark, clearly trying to get Jackson's attention, but Jackson was too tired to care. "Not now, buddy," he mumbled, pulling the blanket over his head. "Go bother someone else."

But Weenie wasn't having it. Instead, he huffed and laid down on top of Jackson, curling up as if this were the most natural thing in the world. Jackson sighed in defeat, deciding that going back to sleep with a dog on top of him was easier than trying to get Weenie to move.

A few minutes later, Rachel came down the stairs, still half asleep herself. She paused halfway down, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Jackson on the couch, with Weenie comfortably snuggled up on top of him. For a second, she considered asking how it had happened, but then thought better of it. This was just one of those things she didn't need an explanation for. With a small shake of her head, Rachel continued into the kitchen, mumbling a sleepy "Morning" as she went about her business.

It wasn't long before Gracie and Charlie appeared at the top of the stairs. Charlie stretched, a mischievous grin forming on her face as her eyes landed on Jackson sprawled out on the couch, Weenie still perched on top of him.

"Look at that," Charlie whispered to Gracie, nodding towards the couch. "Weenie's made a new best friend."

Gracie chuckled softly, watching as Jackson continued to sleep through Weenie's presence. "Aw, that's so sweet," Gracie murmured.

"Big mistake being the last to wake up," Charlie replied, her grin widening as she stepped down the stairs.

She made her way over to the couch, her footsteps light and quiet, and stopped beside Jackson, who was blissfully unaware of her approach. With a swift motion, Charlie leaned down and sucker punched Jackson lightly in the stomach—just hard enough to get his attention but not actually hurt him. But Charlie's goal in the end was to sucker punch. So, she did mean it.

Jackson jolted awake with a loud gasp, his body curling instinctively as he clutched his stomach. "Oh, fuck! You bell-end, Charlie." He groaned, half-laughing and half-winded. But before he could fully react, Weenie stood up, his paws pressing directly onto Jackson's face as he moved to jump off the couch. Immediately feeling pain once more. "Shit—What? Twice?!"

Charlie whistled for Weenie, who immediately trotted over to her, leaving Jackson blinking in confusion as dog paws left little imprints on his cheeks. "Good boy, Weenie," Charlie said, reaching down to scratch behind the dog's ears. She didn't even try to hide the grin on her face as she looked back at Jackson. "Rise and shine, sunshine."

Jackson chuckled through the lingering pain in his stomach, shaking his head. "I swear to God, Charlie, one of these days I'm going to get you back for this," he threatened, though his tone was filled with more amusement than actual menace.