First home (a KickThePJ {PJ Liguori} story)

Chalter 5- New Friends

I woke up to the smell of bacon cooking.

PJ must be making our breakfast.

I checked my phone. 9:17 AM. I can't remember the last time I slept past 8 and didn't get scolded, or beaten, for it.

I got up and walked down stairs.

PJ must have noticed because he turned around to reveal a Totoro apron covered in flower and pancake batter.

"Look at you!" I giggled. "Ten out of ten! Would hug."

"Well, come here then." He held out his arms and started to walk towards me.

"Oh hell no." I start to back away. "Not going to happen Pillsberry Doughboy."

"What? I'm not that chubby!" He tried to sound offended.

"Dude, you're not chubby at all. You are lean and healthy. Don't talk like that." I poked his stomach.

"Well, now you have flower on your face." He wiped flower all over my left cheek and dashed off into the living room.

"You didn't?" I squeeze my eyes shut.

"Oh, I did." He giggle evilly.

"No, no you didn't. I refuse." I stated bluntly.

"You don't even know."

"Oh, I do." I upended my eyes and ran towards him. "You already got me all flowery. Now you can give me a hug. I need a valid excuse to put on real clothes anyways."

"Now, that I can do." He held out his arms and hugged me.

"We look like cocane addicts." We break apart and a point to our shirts.

"That's surprisingly true. Now, go get ready and I will finish up breakfast."

"Alright, mom." I said sarcastically.

"Hurry up, now, or you will be eating on the train."

"Oooooh a train!" I hurried along.

I jumped in the shower and had a ten minute super-scrub, got out and got dressed. I chose a long sleeved New Zealand All-Blacks rugby jersey and skinny denim jeans. I dried my hair and left it wavy. I slipped on my black vans and ran downstairs.

"Record time!" PJ said and handed me my plate of bacon and a pancake. "Eat up. We leave in fifteen."

PJ came back downstairs after a few minutes. He had on a black t-shirt, a grey zip up hoodie, and black skinny jeans. "Ready?" He was lugging a backpack that had a tri-force on the back. That must have been his overnight bag.

"Let's hit it." I stood up and grabbed my Nintendo backpack that I had packed with a change of clothes, pajamas, phone charger, drawling utensils, and everything else I need to get ready in the morning.

"Let's go meet the guys." He clapped his hands.

We got a taxi to the train station and after a twenty minute walk we were at the Brighton Train Station.

PJ used his card and bought the tickets and we boarded the tube.

"So, how do you like Brighton so far? The bit you have seen." He said as we sat at our seats.