I'm So LoveStruck (A Jahvie Fanfic)

Build a Bear :3

Dahvie's P.O.V

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Why was it so warm? It's always so damn cold in the morning since the air conditioning was way too high.

I opened my eyes to only blink. His cheek was smushed against my chest, his breathing even and heavy as his arms were loosely wrapped around my waist.

Wow, he was hella adorable. Like, yeah, he always was on a daily basis, but still, he was cute when he was sleeping too.

Slowly, I untangled us from each other and got out of the bed, kissing his forehead gently and whispering "Morning JayyBear,"

He stirred a bit but just ended up grumbling something under his breath before rolling on his side and curling up in the covers more.

I smiled before heading in my own room (turns out I was in his) and quickly changed into some simple blue skinny jeans with my favorite blue and red flannel, going down the steps and into the kitchen for some water.

As I was rummaging through the fridge for the bottle, I felt my phone vibrate in my butt pocket and I mindlessly pulled it out after I got my water, looking down at the screen. I got a text from Jayy.

Make me waffles. Pwease.

I couldn't help but smile and roll my eyes. I wonder if he'll ever make his own damn food.

I reached in the freezer and grabbed out two Eggo Waffles, popping them in the toaster right as the beauty walked in.

I smiled at him as I got out a plate and placed it on the counter, "Morning,"

He yawned and sat down at the table, giving me a small grin, "Morning. Waffles?"

"In the toaster," I took a sip of my water as I waited for his damn waffles.

After about thirty seconds, they both finally popped up and I grabbed them, placing both on the plate as I grabbed a bottle of syrup from a covert, walking over and putting the dish in front of him, "Bon appetit,"

He grinned at me before grabbing a fork that was just laying on the table (how did it get there?) and took the syrup, dumping a lot on. He shrugged, "Don't judge me, I like syrup,"

I shrugged too, smiling before sitting down, "Chef don't judge,"

I took out my phone and started to scroll through Twitter, taking another drink of my water before his voice cut me off.

"Dahvie..."

"Hmm?" I lifted my eyes from the screen and blinked at the sudden serious face he was giving me. I shifted a little in my seat, "What??"

"Eat,"

"I'm not hungry." I lied. My stomach has been hurting, its weird how I just realized it. I felt gross when I ate, so I didn't want too.

His face softened a bit, "Dahvie, what if our fans found out about you starving yourself? You're the person that gives them the motivation to not do the things your doing."

I froze as I thought about that. My fans, I know they would be heart broken. I know they love me, and I know they know I love them just as much.

I sighed as I gave in, getting from my seat and heading for the freezer again, "I hate it when your right sometimes,"

After making two toaster Stroodles, I sat at the table again and sighed, practically shoving it in my mouth and forcing myself to chew.

After making myself (literally) eat, I already felt full. I gave Jayy the two icing packets because I thought it was too sugary and gross, and he sucked them clean (aha, puns).