Adopted by Jennifer Lawrence

Chapter 41

Jen's POV (1 week later) ¡Disclaimer! There will be a racist word involved in this chapter but it's soul use is for a joke. No offence is intended!

After we heard Katie rapping Kanye West in the bathroom I've been messing with her to annoy her.

"Hey melt bag," Katie greets happily as she comes into the kitchen where I'm making a sandwich.

"Hey person who should have been up two hours ago," I reply to her.

"Well I need sleep my friend," She sighs and sits down at the island.

"Same but I still got up," I mumble and she smirks at me as I sit down across from her.

"Congrats now can I have a bite," She grins annoyingly.

"Why you diggin' on me?" I reply referencing Gold Digger and she gives me a confused look.

"I ain't saying your a gold digger but you ain't messin' with no broke niggas," I reply with my lips firmly pressed together in an attempt to stifle my laughter. Her face hardens into an unamused slate and I can't hold it in any longer.

"You still find that funny? I thought you would shut up by now," She sighs.

"Oh Honey I'm gonna laugh at that for the rest of my life," I chuckle in a sassy tone.

"At this rate it's not gonna be for much longer then," Katie raises an eyebrow and I pretend to gulp.

"Yeah. Exactly," She laughs at me and I pout and proceed to eat my sandwich.

"Why did you want me up early anyway?" She changes the subject.

"You said you would come to the gym with me," I reply and she groans.

"Ugh... I already have abs though," She grins proudly and I chuckle.

"Not for long if you don't go to the gym," I reply and she sighs.

"Right fine I'll get changed and we can go," She laughs and leaves to go get changed.

I finish my sandwich and run upstairs to grab my gym bag.

"Ready?" I ask walking into Katie's room.

"Yeah," She smiles and grabs her own gym bag.

"What about Scarlett?" She asks.

"I dropped her at pre-school this morning. You would know that if you had of gotten up when you where suppose to," I retort and she groans back as we walk down the stairs side by side.

"You wanna drive?" I ask her and she grins as we walk out the door and over to the car.

"Yep," She trills and I laugh.

"Not the GTS," I tell her and she pouts.

"Why?" She asks defensively stopping in her tracks and I do the same.

"You curbed the wheels last time," I reply.

"No I didn't and don't you get technical with me I'm the one who taught you what curbed means," She counters and I sigh.