My Fake Smile [On hold]

Chapter 3 - He's here

Chapter 3 - He's here

Jamie

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

Beep.

"Oh my god, shut up," Slamming my hand down on my alarm clock, I twisted my body round and snuggled closer towards my cover. You could say I'm not a morning person. I don't think I know anyone who isn't. They say the early bird gets the worm, but we're not birds. And instead of a worm, I think I'd appreciate it if I had something... edible instead. Like a pancakes. You can never, ever, go wrong with a pancake.

"Jammy!" A little voice screeched next to my ear, "Come on Jammy, we need to get to school!"

"Five more minutes," I grumbled.

Bouncy.

Bouncy.

Bouncy.

Bounce.

"Alright, alright, I'm getting up," I groaned. Rubbing my eyes, I slowly sat up revealing an energetic Harry standing on my bed. At least he stopped bouncing on it. From the looks of his human-like arms, I'd say he was a person. But he's an early bird. I wish I could say he doesn't eat worms... But you know how curious small people can get. First they're eating mouldy bread and milk, then they're eating cat food, and then all of a sudden they're shoving a dirt covered slimy thing down their throat. Curiosity killed the cat, it may have killed the worms too.

"Why are you always so hyper in the mornings?" I groggily asked.

"Why are you always so lazy in the mornings?" He retorted. My mouth opened slightly at what he just said. Did he just sass me?

I voiced my thoughts, "Did you just sass me?"

"What does sass mean?"

"It means, you were being cheeky mister," I spoke poking his belly. I grinned evilly as I watched him squirm. Oh yes little brother, I know all of your secrets - tickle spots and all!

"Stop that! It tickles!"

I mocked surprise, "Oh does it now?" He nodded quickly making me laugh.

"Well then, as revenge... I guess I'll have to do this!" I attacked his sides causing him to burst into a fit of giggles, "And this! And this! And this! Annnnnd this!"

"OK!... Ok!... Stop!... Please!... Can't!... Breathe!..." He eventually got out.

"What was that?" I asked pretending I didn't hear him.

"PleasestopIcan'tbreathe!" He spat out all at once.

"Slooooower,"

"Please stop!" He squealed. I retracted my hands from his side to mine.

Ruffling his black mop of hair, I kissed him on the forehead, "Go on get yourself dressed!" He was a toddler in a sweet shop, pouting and annoyed because he didn't have anything sugary.

"Go on, on with you!" I gave him a slight nudge towards my door.

Like a shot, he started sprinting as fast as his little legs could carry, "Be careful!"

"I will," He called. A few moments later I heard a crash a small 'oops'.

Shaking my head, I reluctantly got out of bed and trudged over to my bathroom. Looking in the mirror, my face transformed from a tired expression to a shocked one. My hair was sticking up in all kind of places. It looked like I deliberately back combed it - which is strangely the fashion nowadays. Oh my gosh... Is that a pimple?! My eyes widened in horror and I looked at the little beast on my chin. Grimacing, I popped it. Not nice I know...