You wake up, as normal, with Joey laying beside you, completely out of it. You think to yourself that he must have had a hell of a night, you can't even remember it. You look over at him, surprisingly sleeping silently and you stroke his thick, short brown hair before you kiss his forehead and get up to go downstairs. When you get downstairs, you realise the door is still locked which means your parents are still out, why would they still be out? You thought they went to dinner? Maybe they stayed in a hotel? Anyway, you go into your big, white kitchen and get out the milk, plonking it down on the shiny marble tops. Is Coco Pops the cereal for today, or are you going to be healthy and go for Fruit N' Fibre? You're still tired so you pick up the Coco Pops and get your breakfast prepared and stick on the kettle. You walk around the ground floor of your house, looking at anything that might be of interest before going back and eating your cereal and making tea for you and Joey.
Just as you just finish your breakfast, you feel warm, strong arms envelope you from behind and a smile props up on your face and you caress his muscle-y triceps. You don't mind that one of them is on your left boob, caressing it gently, because you love him too much and it feels too nice to make him stop. He comes in closer and cuddles you, close to him, so close that you can hear his heart beat a soft double, every time. You then drink your tea and you make him drink his tea too, whilst you cuddle. You both finish your tea and kiss for a bit before making Joey a nice sandwich containing bacon, sausages and ketchup, his favourite!
He sits down and bites into his favourite and in seconds, he devours it. "You must be hungry!" You say with a smile.
"Yea! For some reason, I am! Although I have a match today so I have to get some food in me!" He says with a full mouth as you stand up and make him another one.
