The Morning After

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Authors' Note : hey guys sorry it took me this long to even get back to the story. I'm in Uni now so don't really spend that much time writing as i used to. Anyways sorry again and remember to stay beautiful ;)

"There you are my precious." I smirked with a glint of victory in my eyes.

"I'm gonna make very good use of you now." I said making my way down from the storage room.

I was looking through some stuff around the house till I found this storage room. Turns out my father was a huge collector.

Of piles of shit.

There's a storage room specifically for Lord of the Rings, Star Wars, Star Trek, Harry Potter and all the other junk.

Don't get me wrong, I love most of those movies but having a 6 ft high Chewbacca is a bit too much. Also, there's a mannequin head with a blonde wig which I believe belongs to Legolas from "lotr" series.

There's a fine line between being a fan and creepy.

"Still not waking up huh?" I said to myself.

What lies ahead of me is a sleeping Johnny. I've tried waking him up an hour before this but he refused.

"Hmm let's see." I said turning the megaphone on.

"Ahah" I smiled in victory. "You are going to be deaf after this mate." I said quietly.

Johnny's body shifted to the left side of the bed making me startled for his sudden movement. But luckily he's still dead.

"NAAAZIIIBENYAAAAAA WAKE THE FUCK UP!" I sang through the megaphone making him fell of the bed.

"What the fuck!" Johnny hissed from the pain.

"You should have see how you fell down." I said trying not to laugh too much. Which obviously failed.

"I mean it was like a seal fell down into the ocean. Somebody throw shamu back into the ocean." I bursted. I laughed so hard, I shed a few tears.

"It's not funny." Johnny said getting up.

"Yes it was." I said holding my grin.

"Fuck off." He said while finding his phone.

"Awhh is shamu gonna cry?" I cooed.

"No, but he is gonna make the bitch pay." He said grabbing my left hand.

"Ouch what the fuck." I hissed from the pain. "Bloody hell you bit me." I yelled.

"Serves you right" He smirked.

That's the moment when I decided to react instantly by grabbing his left shoulder and yes, i bit him back.

"Shit!" He cursed then grabbed me by my waist and threw me to the bed.

"Didn't you learn for the pass 3 years not to challenge me?" He smirked.

"Nope" I replied popping the "p".

I knew what he was gonna do. It's his habit. Whenever he's out of a good comeback he'll purposely turn into this pervert to scare me. He'll have this "rapist" kind of look on his face to challenge me. At first I got really weirded out, but I'm used to it by now. I usually just play along.

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