Perfect Pair | Kenneth San Jose

you're so dead

I'm gonna update each day this week so that I could gain some attention on my story so get ready for a load of chapters ❤

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After Gabe and my mom left, I decided I would try and go back to sleep. An hour went by and I still haven't fallen asleep. Slightly disappointed, I turn on the TV.

I wonder if Gabe's friends or dance mates will like me...

What if I'm not good in dancing as I thought so?

What if I embarrass myself?

Oh gosh, why am I thinking this way? Am I excited or scared? I'm probably just hungry.

As the thought of food came to mind I reached over to the bag of chips my mom left for me. I then ripped it open and leaned back down on the couch. Spongebob was playing and it was the episode where Squidward separates Spongebob and Patrick.

How rude.

Ding.

I looked down at the phone on my lap to see that Gabe has just texted me.

Brothaaa: so how ya doin?

Me: just eating and watching Spongebob dig holes.

Brothaaa: you watch too much of that show

Me: says the boy who has spongebob comforters 😏

Brothaaa: I'm kIDDING, take a chill pill 💊

Me: you first

Brothaaa: anyways, I'm just checking up on you and your foot

I took a glance at my foot to see that the swelling went down a bit.

Me: it's getting there

Brothaaa: alright my teacher just came in. Take care sis. 😘😘😘😘

Me: ew gross but ily2

After a few more episodes of Spongebob I take a look at the time to see that it was now 11am. I then attempted to go to sleep, but this time with music.

I played my "😴" playlist on my phone and set it on my chest as I lay my head back. Within a good 10 minutes, I had completely fallen asleep.

3 hours later

"Naomi! I swear to god if you don't wake up right now I'm telling mom to leave without you!" Gabe yelled at me as he shook my shoulders to try and wake me up.

"Dude chill! You're gonna give me a headache and make me wanna punch you." I grunted and rubbed my forehead as I slowly got up.

"Whatever, but if I'm  late for dance classes you are dead!" He says frustrated.

"Hey it's not like you were trying to wake me up nicely!" I point out while putting my grip on the couch's arm rest to push myself up.

"Excuse me?" He gave me a dull look. "I've been trying to wake you up for 30 MINUTES!"

"Oh woops, sorry." I look at him now with shame.

"It's fine, just get ready or something." He says going inside the kitchen.