The Life of Jessie: Thug Life?

So You Think You Like Me?

Waking up in the morning, in a room you do not recognize, can freak out anyone or leave you in complete confusion. I didn't remember how or when I got in here; all I know is that I was not in my room. As I was about to sit up I heard a knock at the door and Junior's voice coming from the other side, "Hey, Jess, you awake?" He asks.

Sitting up quick I look around the room, to find myself in Junior's room, in his bed!? I look down at my clothes, to see I'm wearing a big t-shirt and sweatpants that weren't mine. I try to get up from the bed in a hurry but ended up getting tangled in the covers and falling to the floor with a big thud, "Shit!" I yell out.

I heard the door swing open, hitting the wall with a loud bang, I'm surprised the door didn't fall from its hinges. I couldn't see or hear anything because of the covers being over my face, then a burst of laughter erupted through the room, I could feel my cheeks turning red from embarrassment. The laughter had died down a little but I could still hear him chuckling, I felt footsteps coming my way, I gripped onto the covers so they wouldn't pull them off of me and exposing the heap of humiliation on the floor, that was me. The covers were lifted over my head and I look up slowly to see a kool-aid grinning Junior squatting in front of me.

"A-are you okay?" He asked through his chuckles. I glare up at him.

I push myself up from the floor, almost tripping over my own foot, I felt arms wrap around my waist, I look up to see Junior still smiling at me. I straighten myself up, and untangle my feet from the covers. I nudge Junior off of me and take a seat on the edge of the bed, running my fingers through my hair, "How did I end up in your bed and in your clothes?" I asked looking up at him.

He takes a seat next to me resting his elbows on his knees, " Well, it had been over 20 minutes I was calling and calling to your phone but, you wouldn't answer," he lets out a chuckle and sits up straight, "So I went to see if you had just left the car and left in yours but, you were in the car with your head on the steering wheel, you was knock out cold," he starts to laugh harder and I couldn't get one word out of him, I rolled my eyes at him and nudged him in the side with my elbow.

"Ouch! The hell, Jess that hurt!" He wined and started faking that he had been shot, rolling around on the bed like a child. I laugh at his silliness and throw a pillow at his face, he stops moving around, and so I get near to move the pillow from his face. When I do his eyes are closed and his tongue is sticking out.

"Junior you're drooling," I say rubbing my hand all over his face. He didn't budge or say a word, "Junior," I sang his name, and still nothing, so I did the one thing he didn't like, an evil smile spread across my face at the thought. I lick my finger and slowly got closer to his ear, I couldn't help the giggles that slipped through my lips, once I was close enough I went for the kill.

"WET WILLIE!!!" I scream.

"Ewe! What the fuck Jess!" Junior jumps out the bed and whips his ear roughly.

"Oh stop being such a big baby, it's just spit," I simply say.

"Oh really, it's just spit?" Junior says in a teasing tone. He starts to come towards me with a mischievous smile and pounces on top of me, I scream out but ends up turning into fits of laughter. Junior sticks his tongue out trying to lick my face but only to get a taste of my hair. As we went on with that, we heard someone clear their throat. Junior jumps off of me in a flash, I sit up slowly adjusting my shirt that had ridden up. I look up to find Junior's mother at the door way whipping her hands off on her apron.

"Ya esta lista la comida (the food is ready)," she says.

Can you say AWKWARD?

"Okay mama be there in a minute," Junior says sheepishly. His mother looked at the both of us and gave us a simple "uh huh" and walked off back to the kitchen. As her footsteps faded Junior and I just sat there in silence, not knowing what to say, So I get up and head to the bathroom across the hall without saying a word or sparing a second glance at him.