YouTube Rookie (J-Fred Fanfiction)

8 | My halfmoon pancake

"Joey! Give me the freaking bowl!!!" I squel. He's been annoying me for the past minutes; raising things above his head, hiding the eggs needed for the batter, taking the whisk from me.

Joey replies, "Here. Fine." He hands me the bowl nicely. It's way too nicely, which bothers me.

As expected, he planned something again. He starts saying, "You know, I found a video online. It's a material used to bun the hair easier." I reply by saying, "Oh really? What was it?" "It kinda looks like this." as he eyes the whisk.

As I question the idea he just shared, he takes the opportunity to use the whisk to twirl my hair with. Now the whisk is stuck in my hair!!! Tangled in all sorta of knots!!!

"I think it went like this!!! Tadaaaa!" he starts laughing so hard, I have never seen him this happy.

"JOEY! WHAT ON EARTH?! HELP ME! " I shout and plead. He just laughs and laughs continuously. He insults me by saying, "S-Dawg, your hair looks like spaghetti!!!" And he laughs again.

I have no clue why I find this so funny, to think MY hair, which I have grown for the last couple of months was tangled to a whisk. As I forcefully stop my laughter but again fails, Joey tries to remove it from my hair.

He laughs as he tugs different strands of hair. I state, "That video you watched must have been a disaster, Joey. I so hate you for this." He just laughs and goes on, "Princess, there ain't no video. I believe this was the first."

As I strangle his neck with my 2 hands, he just continuously laughs and laughs. "Don't kill me now, I still have to get that thing off you." He struggles with words due to his laughter and my attempt to break his neck.

After a few minutes of tons of hair falling, we finally got it out. I feel so bald. My hair now looks so puffy and huge with all the tangles still stuffed on it.

As I kneel down on the floor to mourn the loss of some of my hair, Joey laughs again and says, "S-Dawg, you officially look like a dog!" He laughs so hard he falls to the floor.

What a moron!!! I fight with him again, slapping his face, his nose, his body! I don't know why but we both laugh while we cat-fight. We stop to catch our breaths and laugh together again.

"Joey, you're such a jerk, you know that right?" I say as I smile at him. He says back, "Only to you, princess." He gets up and helps me as well.

We decided to peacefully finish making our pancakes. As I mix the ingredients together, he's back it again with those sweet gestures. Ughh, my heart.

He takes a comb, and brushed my hair like I'm his own life-sized doll. In surprise, I turn to him which caused another tug with my hair, I groan in pain.

"Shhh, there. It's okay. I'm sorry, princess. I didn't know it would hurt you this much." he says as he combs my hair again. I reply, "You know, if you try to be nice, you're actually pretty decent."

"I get that alot. Does it still hurt?" he says as he successfully combed out all the tangles in my hair. "Nope, thanks to you." I smile.

"Joey, I realized, I can be your victim of your horrible pranks and childish ways yet you could be my hero at a snap." I don't know why I said that. Those we're supposed to be thoughts, not spoken out. Ughh, stupid Sab.

Joey smiles and leans towards the counter I was working on as he says, "Yeah, I figure that out. I tease you and..." I continue "and torture me and harass me, go on" He laughs and continues, "I was gonna say make you miserable, but that was okay. Yeah, that yet I could still save you, you know. Like how I combed your hair or like a while ago, when you..." He hesitated.