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yo yo yo! so ive decided to just use lohanthony (anthony quintal) for braxton anthony bc hes king lololol and maybe just jenica could be mixed idk?? u should subscribe to him tho its just LOHANTHONY
anywhORESSSS

jenica pov.

chandler took me to the mall after our little visit with anthony.

the first place i went to was spencers. i went to the side of the store to grab some t-shirts. i grabbed a few of jack skellington, the walking dead, and pink floyd.

i crouched down on the floor to look at some fear the walking dead shirts, then i felt a hand on my shoulder.

i looked up to see chandler either smiling or smirking down at me, i'm not even sure which one.

"having fun, jen?"

"actually, yes, i am. i'm gonna buy myself a blanket. c'mon."

i stood up, grabbed his hand, and bulled him towards the back of the store, away from the sex toys because nOPE.

i went up to the weird rack looking thingy, and went straight to the walking dead blankets. daryl dixon, my bABY! i love this show so much, but i, too, am only on season two.

"wait, you watch this?" his eyebrows were all furrowed.

"actually, yes. i'm also only on season two.." i blushed almost as red as anthony did earlier.

"ahh. my baby stage. horrid days."

"at least i can say i've seen you as a child to make fun of you"

"this oughtta be good.."

"it shall."

four hours later

chandler and i shopped for about forty minutes after we left spencers, then we went over to his mansion-like house.

he helped me put my new clothes and shoes in my huge closet. i didn't even have it half way filled.

after that, we both collapsed onto the bed and knocked out.

we slept for at least two hours.

i woke up all wrapped in his arms, which were quite warm and strong. sue me, i liked it.

i really had to pee, so i was squirming around, also trying not to wake him.

"uhh.. if you weren't trying to wake me up, you failed." he half mumbled, half groaned.

"well crap. but sorryyyy, i just really need to pee.."

"no, stay," he pouted.

"unless you want me to piss all over you, your bed, and your clothes, then you might wanna let me go."

he quickly released me, "gooo!"

"what i thought," i smirked.

i went to the bathroom, did my business, brushed my teeth with the little fancy toothbrush that chandler gave me, and then took off anthony's big jacket.

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