Bro Code [JC CAYLEN]

Chapter 6

I was startled by JC's alarm going off, causing me to be wide awake. JC on the other hand, didn't jump or even open his eyes. Rather reach for his phone on his night stand and turning it off.
He turned over to face me, and I looked at him. With his eyes closed, he smiled.
"Sorry, I just have to make a video today and I don't want to sleep in," he explained.
"Ohh," I found my phone and checked the time, 11:32am.
"Wait, aren't you up at this time anyways?" I questioned,
"Well. When I'm up all night, I usually end up sleeping in so I set an alarm last night just in case. Good thing I did," he rubbed his eyes.
"True," I pushed the covers off of me and jumped to my feet making my way to the bathroom.
I used the toilet, washed my hands and looked for my toothbrush. I turned the water on and wet the brush, squeezing toothpaste on, and wetting it again. Before I can even start brushing my teeth JC, walked in and passed me. I watched him stop at the toilet, and he started peeing. I looked away and started brushing my teeth trying my best not to laugh. This boy can always make me laugh and smile without even trying. That's one thing I definitely love about him.
He turned around and walked up to the sink. I scooted over and he washed his hands. I was still smiling.
"What?" He smiled.
"Nothing," I shook my head.
He continued to look at me, but I looked into the sink. I finished brushing my teeth, and washed my face. He stood behind me and put his head over my shoulder, both his hands met my waist. I leaned my head against his.
"Kian and Siera are doing the girlfriend tag, I cannot wait for when we film ours in the future," he told me.
"Who do you think will win?" I asked.
"Me, duh," he kissed my neck and stood up.
"We'll just have to see," I smirked.
He bit his lip, and I left the bathroom. I thought twice on going downstairs in JC's shirt, but then realized I don't have anything else to wear. So I went downstairs, and checked the screening room for anyone. No one was in there. I went to the kitchen and there everyone was, but Victoria and JC.
"Hey," I said.
"Why are you wearing JC's shirt?" Cheynne asked.
"Because I was being nice,"I quoted JC.
"What?" Kian asked.
"When I made you guys popcorn last night I got butter on my shirt and couldn't find my other shirt," I explained.
"Wow,so you wear JC's favorite shirt," Siera laughed.
"This is his favorite?" I whispered.
"One of them, why?" She replied.
"I didn't even ask for it, he just gave it to me," I said looking at everyone.
"Not fair, I asked so many times to borrow it, but no," Kian mocked.
I walked around everyone and got some cereal. I sat down on the counter next to Sam.
"Where's Victoria?" I looked around.
"I don't know," she said walking in.
I smiled.
"Siera, you ready for the video today," she raised her eyebrows.
"I believe so," Siera let out.
Kian smiled and hugged her from behind.
"What about you?" I asked Kian.
"Absolutely,"he said.
They were so ready to let Kian's fans know about their relationship. They seemed so happy. It got me thinking on if I ever even wanted to tell the world of JC and I. I'm the type of person who can't just brush things off their shoulder. Instead I let it sit on my shoulder, taking place of my conscious, and every time I need to make a turn in life, there it is, the hate, holding me back. I wasn't sure if I would risk going through that daily, just so the world knows I'm dating my boyfriend. Maybe things will change in the future.
After breakfast, JC took me to my apartment. Cheyenne went out with Brent.
"JC." I said.
"Marisa." He replied.
"Do you think your fans will like me? Be honest. Don't sugar coat anything please," I sat on the couch and he sat next to me.
"Of course, why?" He grabbed my hand.
I gathered my thoughts and took in a deep breath.
"I don't handle hate easily. I try so hard to stop it, but it always gets the best of me," I looked down at our hands locked together.
"If we have to get through hate together, that's what we'll do. I won't ever just leave you to feel some type of way. When you're sad, you can talk to me. Don't think you can't. Of course baby, we are going to get hate, but all that matters is that I'm with you. I won't let others change how I feel about you," he pulled me in, and I rested my head on his chest.
I picked at his shirt, and he played with my hair.
"Let's go lay down," I stood up, and pulled his hand leading him to my room.
We got on the bed and I took his shirt off.
"Here's your shirt," I held it out.
"Keep it, its one of my favorites. This way as long as you have it, we will always be together." He grabbed it and placed it on my dresser.
He took off the shirt he was wearing too.
"Let's be goals, and be shirtless together," he said in a girly voice.
I laughed, and brought him into a long kiss.