After over-exaggerating Brad bandaged me up, I realised that the fluffy white snow that had formed a layer on my clothes had melted and was no longer fluffy or white. Instead it left me soaking wet and drowning in my clothes.
Are you fucking kidding me, like no.
"I'm gonna go upstairs and change, Brad."
"Kay, can I make us some cocoa in the mean time."
"Sure, 3 sugars."
"This isn't tea. You don't add sugar , it already has sweetening agents, whatever that shit is."
"You offered to make cocoa, so make cocoa!"
"Okay, but no sugar. It'll be too sweet."
"Whaaaaaat," I said gasping. "Nothing can ever be too sweet."
"But-"
"I said NOTHING!"
"Okay, okay."
It's so weird how this is the first time that Brad's been in my house yet you'd swear he live's here... or atleast by the look of it, acts like it.
Within the wink of an eye I raced up the stairs, darted straight for my room and slammed the door shut. At first I needed a moment for it all to sink in, then it hit me. I'm alone at home with my crush! Any girl would scream at the thought, but I'm not any girl so should I? Nah, it's too much effort to get all worked up about this. I'll just clean myself up.
The first thing I did was loosen my hair from my soaking wet messy bun. Seriously, my hair was giving me brain-freeze. I never knew that anyone's hair could be cold. So how the hell did I get that right? I flinched at the icey, wavy, dark-brown curls that fell down my cheeks. It was too much of an effort to ring my hair out, so I shook my hair and just left it to air dry like they do in one of those cliche' romantic movies. Of course this real life, so in about an hour I'll end up looking like Simba the grown version.
I took off Brad's jacket (cue evil music:MY PRECIOUS!!!) , my hoodie, my top and all that I was left in was my bra. You'd think I'm lying, but every single one of those layers were soaked to the core. Next I took off my black jeans and threw them on my 'dirty clothes pile'. I swear that thing was almost as tall as I was.
After rummaging though mt dresser, I discover my black and white Arctic Monkey's tee and a grey cuffed pants which I slipped on in a matter of seconds.If my mother was here I know exactly what she'd say, and I quote:"Why must you always dress like a homeless person? I buy you proper clothes for a reason you know."But I don't give a fuck. Since the house was surprisingly warm I just decided to wear one layer of clothing, why get all hot for nothing... catch my drift?
My nose dragged me out of my room were I found a deluctant smell. The wonderful scent carried me to the top of the stair case. Mmm, something smells yummy.I think Brad explored our cabinets and got intouch with his inner chef. Could it be? Yes...pancakes!
HEY GUYS!
I'm so sorry I know that this chapter was super short and all,but chapters 4&5 were just there to move the story along. And don't worry the chapters do get longer as the story goes on.
I kow that this isn't really the best chapter and SPOILER ALERT but the next might not be so good either but chapter 6 & 7 is definately worth the wait and might I add...very revealing.
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Finding Jess
أدب الهواةJess is basically your average 16-year-old loser. She is a pessimist with major trust issues and has extremely low-self-esteem. I wouldn't blame her though, she has all the reason to be. She's caught up in choosing between her crush, someone she sho...
