Impractical Girls /I.J/

Chapter Two

Q's Point Of View:

"Wake your sleepy asses up, I'm going to be late for work, and you all are coming with me." Joe says loudly, I rolled over cuddling into my pillow, but after a few seconds it was taken from my embrace and hit my body three times.

"Get up!" He yells in my face. I push him away and sit up, rubbing my eyes. Murr and Sal were copying my actions, waking up from their slumber instantly.

"Can't we just stay here and sleep?" Murr whines, catching Joe's attention.

"You think I trust you idiots here alone in my apartment? Ha, in your dreams!" I roll my eyes, getting up from the carpeted floor; I wrap up the blanket and threw it on the chair along with the two pillows.

I look at Joe and look at his lower body but then look back at him. "Are you seriously wearing your pajama pants to work with your work shirt?"

"Yes, I am." Joe replies staring at me with his bright blue eyes. "Problem?"

"Nope." I grab my hat, placing it on top of my messy waves, while the two others finished cleaning their blankets up.

"Alright, let's go losers." Joe grabs his keys and we walked out behind him.

"Only you would work on a damn Sunday." I mumble, climbing into the front seat, Murr and Sal both got in the back seat and quickly buckled up.

"I need the money, dude. Just because you're a lazy, homeless man doesn't mean that I am."

I shot him a glare, "Okay I'm not homeless and I have a job. I have three cats- shit! Can you stop at my apartment so I can feed them really quick?"

Joe rolls his eyes and merges into the next lane, turning towards my apartment.

"Wow, thank you, you cranky ass."

Murr and Sal snicker in the back seat. Joe looks at them through the mirror and they silence.

"That's what I thought." He mumbles then smiles.

"Hey, what time do you get off today Joey?" Sal asks.

"3, oh yeah! The Impractical Jokers marathon is on until midnight!" We all cheer and practically dance in our seats.

He pulls into the parking lot and I got out quickly, running into the building. I climb up the three flights of stairs and unlock the door.

"My babies! Daddy is home!" Brooklyn, Chessie and Benjamin all ran to me, I got on my knees giving them each the same amount of love.

I stood up and gave them fresh food and water then kissed them goodbye.

"I won't be home until later on tonight, okay? I'm sorry your future mommy is going to be on TV until Midnight. I know, I know. Please don't be mad at me. Daddy will bring home some cat nip and treats." Benjamin meowed at me.

"Fine, I'll get you a new toy, too. You are so spoiled."

He meowed again. "Don't give me that attitude mister. I promise I'll be home tonight, okay? Joe wanted a sleepover with me and the guys last night. Don't be mad at me. Bye my sweeties." I blew kisses and closed the door, then headed outside.

*

We sat at the round table while Joe worked at the cash register, taking peoples orders for donuts and coffee. Us three were on our phones, scrolling through social media and liking the girls pictures and favoriting/retweeting their new tweets.

Sierra posted a new selfie, and she looked absolutely beautiful. I saved the photo, and smiled.

"I'm guessing you saw her selfie." Sal said with a smile, looking up from his phone.