Just Friends || j.g.

13

*three weeks later*

Jack and I have been having sex a lot lately. Not that I'm complaining or anything, but I'm really sore.

"Pool party." Jack comes up behind me.

"What?" I laugh, continuing to make my sandwich.

"Pool party. You're going to throw a pool party." He chuckles.

"Jack. Be realistic. Yes, I'm an adult, but legally, I can't possess alcohol. If the cops get called and they see underaged teenagers drinking, we all will go to jail. And I don't think they want to drink juice boxes."

"You're thinking about it too much. Your neighbors are really chill. I overheard your mom on the phone too. She's going out of town to her new boyfriends house. What's his name?"

My mom had recently met this guy. His name is Christian and they are so cute together. He seems like a really good guy, but so did my father. If he does anything to hurt her, I will be chopping his dick off.

"I am not thinking about this too much," I defended myself, "all I'm saying is this could go south really fast." I paused. "You listened into my mom and Christian's conversation?" I laughed.

"Yea. She was pretty loud, laughing and all. I couldn't resist." He shrugged. "And what's wrong with alcohol? You drink it everywhere else." He protested.

"That's because it's not on my property." I emphasized.

"Please baby? Daddy wants to party." He pouted.

"Get that 'daddy' shit out of here." I laughed. "This once Jack. That's it." I pointed at him.

"Yay." He squealed like a 12 year old girl seeing Justin Bieber in concert for the first time.

"Alright. Alright." I chuckled.

"What about Deja?" He asked.

"Oh yea." I almost forgot about her. "Dej." I called.

Her door opened and her footsteps grew louder every second.

"Your majesty?" She bowed.

"What are you doing tonight?" I laughed.

"Nothing, why?"

"Go with mom." I pushed.

"Ew. With Christian? No thank you." She scrunched up her nose.

"Please." I begged.

"No. Why?" She crossed her arms.

"Sarah's throwing a party." Jack blurted.

"Nice going Jack." I pushed him.

He just blew it off and took a bite of his newly found apple.

"Oo. You're throwing a party? I'm telling mom." She pointed.

"No. Deja. Please."

She turned to look at me. "What's in it for me?" She furrowed her perfect brows.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"A kiss." She smirked.

"From?" I backed away.

"Samuel." She blushed.

"Sammy? Why?" I crossed my arms furrowing my eyebrows.

"Have you seen him? He's totally hot!" She practically drooled.

"On the cheek." I debated.

"Deal." She shook my hand. "Mom! I'm coming with you this weekend." She turned and yelled up the stairs.