Today, James and I went shopping for my bedroom. Within the next eight hours my bedroom is perfect. I even redecorated the balcony and the bathroom. Everything was perfect. Maybe living here won't be so bad.
Justin and John bought me special gum to help resist the urge to smoke weed or tobacco. So far, the American life is great. I went to a Padre's game and we won which is apparently a big deal. Still don't see it.
I look at the devil; sorry my alarm clock. It reads 1:30 AM. Weird time zone. Whatever, I'll just stay up all day, so I can sleep tonight. I decide I'm hungry and get up to go to the kitchen. Which of course, I don't know where it is. So I wonder the five thousand square foot house trying to find the kitchen. With my brilliant talent of tripping over nothing deciding to make an entrance, I fall over the coat rack in the hallway. Suddenly, I hear four thuds. Shit. I sprint down to the end of the hallway in hopes of not being seen. God knows what they'll do if they see me up at this hour. Probably give me a bed time at 7:30. Sounds like them. I crouch in the corner and wait for death.
Jax, James, Jake, and Josh appear into the hallway trying to find the source of the sound. Still half asleep, they look around trying to see anything. Josh briefly glances at me and gives me a confused look. Please don't say anything. I hold my fingers up to my lips signaling him to be quiet.
"Jamie, why the fuck are you up?" Josh asks getting the other four to look at me. Shit. The bitch. Remind me that he is my least favorite.
"Oh my goodness, was I sleep walking," I say in the most confused tone I can manage and trying not to bust out laughing.
"Let's try that again," Jax says scarily, "why are you up?"
"I can't sleep," I mumble, "I was trying to find the kitchen."
"I'll show you," Josh offers. He leads me to the kitchen. Okay, maybe he's not my least favorite. But, I'll have to watch him; he's a snitch.
"Sorry about waking you," I apologize sincerely. I really didn't mean to trip.
"Babe, don't worry it's fine," he says casually, "I never fell asleep."
"Great, now I feel worse," I say sadly. I kept him from going to sleep because of the awful, hellion child I am.
"Why would you feel worse," he asked.
"I kept you from falling asleep," I tell him in a duh tone.
"Jamie, I wasn't falling asleep anytime soon," Josh assures. I nod to be polite. He seems satisfied with my reaction. But, I'm still probably the reason he could sleep with my fuckupness. Fuckedupness (noun) have the trait or ability to be majorly fucked up.
"What do you want to eat?" Josh asks.
"Cheezits," I answer. I love cheezits. There basically like a second food group to me.
He grabs a box and heads to the couch. We end up watching criminal minds and eating cheezits. After I ate two boxes, Josh was asleep on the couch. I continue eating cheezits. Twelve boxes later, Jax comes down. He looks over at me and the empty boxes. He shakes his head not comprehending reality. He rubs his eyes tiredly trying to find out if this is a dream.
"You need a cheezit intervention," Jax says prying the box from my hand. I bite down on his hand and he yelps in pain. That'll show him.
"You do not take a girls box of cheezits," I scold him.
"Obviously," he says in a pissed tone, "but you do not bite." I just laugh and he gets a sick smirk. Shit, what is thinking about? This cannot turn out good for me.
"That reminds me, you need to go to the dentist," he says in a fatherly tone. No... I hate doctors, dentists, or really anything in the health field. It's so painful and gross.
"I already got my braces off," I respond telling him I don't need to go anymore.
"You still need to go to see the dentist," he tells me. Since when? I brush my teeth and my life is going great. Why does he have to screw that up? I'll even floss more often.
"Oh you see, going to the dentist is an American thing, Aussies don't do it," I tell him hopeful he'll believe my lie.
"Jake," Jax yells. Oh great.
"Yeah," Jake replies.
"Do Aussies go to the dentist?" Jax asks smirking.
"Yeah," Jake responds confused.
"Hmm, Jamie says you don't," Jax tattles.
"Well we do, and when does the office open," Jake asks.
"Eight," Jax tells him.
"Kay, I'll call them later," Jake responds.
Well shit. Looks like I'm going to the dentist.
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