If You Do (Jackson)

Secret

'Rise and shine, sunshine!'

The mattress of Jackson's bed bounced up and down as he kept furiously jumping on it, making you almost levitate in your still half-unconscious state. You groaned loudly, trying to block out his noisy ass and the sun shining through the curtains by pulling the blanket over your head.

'You're not going to spend your birthday laying in bed all day, are you?', Jackson frowned and tried to pull the blanket off of you.

Birthday? Oh, that's right. Now that he mentioned it. Ah whatever, it was just a day like any other and you never celebrated your birthday, unless you can call eating ice cream in your sweats and watching TV shows with Jackson a celebration.

'Yes, i am.', you mumbled, your hands tugging on the blanket and your voice hoarse with sleep. You slept so well for the first time in ages, you weren't going to let it end so soon.

'I won't let you do that! Get up! We need to- celebrate- the day you were- born! ____-, Let go!'

A true battle for the blanket took place as you didn't want to let go of the happy and warm cocoon protecting your sleepy and cold body, while your best friend tried to tear it away from you with short and hard pulls. In the end you were no match for his trained biceps. What a surprise there.

Another whine left your lips when you curled yourself up into a ball, trying to preserve the previous warmth from your precious blanket.

'Why are you like this?!', you whaled loudly, desperately draping your arm over your eyes to block the sunlight again.

Your only response was a wide grin on his face and his hands grabbing your wrists to pull you out of your fetal position and onto your feet.

'Jacksoooooon!'

'It's 8:30, you had plenty of sleep! Now go to the bathroom and-'

Your eyes flew open at that. 8:30??

'Oh hell no.', you growled indignantly and crawled back into his bed, burying your face in the pillows. How dare he wake you up that early? On your birthday?! You may be acting like a stubborn brat right now, but he knows you hate early mornings better than anyone.

You heard an evil snicker even through the isolation of the pillowfort on your head and you squeezed your eyes shut, silently awaiting his next move. But nothing happened. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. You knew that little damn snicker meant something was going to happen. And that you wouldn't like it.

You removed one pillow from the fort to take a peak, your curiosity taking over your stubbornness. But you know what they say...Something with a cat.

Two strong arms suddenly lifted you up in the air and the warm and comfortable fort of pillows stayed behind in a heap on the bed when Jackson carried you out of the bedroom before you knew it. Hmph. You'd rather have him carry you inside. You shook your head at that thought when it caused your heart to thump loudly again.

'Gotcha!', he grinned when you glared at him, you arms crossed over your chest. Where was he taking you anyway?

Your unspoken question was quickly answered when he kicked the bathroom door open and dropped you in his bathtub, leaving you to sit there in your PJ's and utterly baffled.

'You have one hour to get ready before we start our dayplanning! Happy birthday ____-!', were his last words before he blew you a kiss and pulled the bathroom door closed.

'What the hell is his deal...', you grumbled under your breath as you started removing your clothes to take a shower. You might as well get ready now you're already here. But if he thought you'd keep it within his stupid time limit, he was dead wrong.