♡𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆♡ | GEAGE GIBSON

Slushie Date 💋

Aye, we're so back.😈
Word count: 1587!!
Short little chapter, I will come out w more Geage x Lyss moments, I have such a great idea in store 😈!!!

Suki, the boys, and I said our goodbyes and boarded our separate flights. By the time Suki and I finally made it to our apartment, the jet lag hit us like a truck. We barely made it through the door before crashing straight into bed.

After roughly eight hours, I was awoken by a flood of text notifications. I groaned, arm flopping over to snatch my phone off my nightstand—knocking over my week old empty water bottle in the process. The screen lit up—and of course—Every.Single.Message. Was from GEAGE. Great.

JUICYLICIOUS 🧃😛:
LYSS!!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
HEY!
WAKE UP 🫥

I squinted at the screen, rubbing my eyes, And sighing before I dragged my thumbs across the keyboard.

Me:
YES?
WHAT DO YOU WANT?

JUICYLICIOUS 🧃😛:
if I were to hypothetically tell you that I was outside of your apartment complex rn with plans to go to a gas station and fuck around…
What would you do

Me:
😭
Geage.
Are you outside of my apartment complex
Right NOW
With plans to go fuck around in a gas station

JUICYLICIOUS 🧃 😛:
hold ON!!

Me:
I'm holding…

He didn't text again.

Instead, a loud car horn blares right outside my window.

I froze.

Part of me hoped that it wasn't him so I could roll over and go back to sleep.

But—another part of me wanted it to be him. It wanted more time with him.

I dragged myself out of bed and shuffled over to my window, yanking the curtains aside.

There he was.

Geage.

In his car, parked right outside my apartment like a Dollar Tree Romeo—half of his body hanging out the car window, grinning and waving at me like a cute idiot.

I blink.
He waved harder.

I closed my curtains and went back to my bed, seeing yet another text from Geage.

JUICYLICIOUS 🧃 😛:
Lyss.
C'mon.

Me:
OKAY. LET ME CHANGE FIRST. 😐

*Juicy reacted to your message "😐" with 😈*

I tossed my phone on my bed, stood up, and yanked my closet door open.

Okay. What does one wear when their favorite clown kidnaps them for the second time this week?

I settled on some black leggings and a black hoodie that has some random flower design on the back. I fixed my hair up in a presentable ponytail, grabbed my purse, and headed downstairs.

When I walked out the window, I heard another beep. Me, as well as a few other people turned to Geage’s car…I was already embarrassed. I rushed over and got in his car.

“Geage…why do you do the things that you do.” I groan. He looks at me with a smirk. We make eye contact for a split second before he turns ahead of him and starts driving.

“Because.” He replied teasingly. I just rolled my eyes.
“Geage it's 4 pm. I am still SOOO jet lagged. Why've you done this?” I complain, sinking into the passenger chair.

He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Lighten up, man.” He replied,”What—you don't want to spend time with me?”