Jamilton - Never Prosper {SoulMates}

Chapter 9

Alex P.o.v~

It's been a few days since I fell asleep in Thomas arms. Well, I don't think it was willing but if it wasn't, I could've fought it right? Nah, Whatever, since then it's been okay. Though, I've always dodged him from touching me ever again it's been good. We still fight and all but that's just us. School is coming up legit next week and I haven't got a wink of sleep after Thomas's arms. Psh, Whatever could go wrong? Right readers?

I was at the moment hanging out with the group at the park. The girls were playing at the swings, Laf and Herc were in the playground that looked like a Kingdom playing Kings. Me and John were like the princes for them. We are just basically played at the park like a bunch of kids. No ones to old to play at the playground.

"Ey!! Liza! Angie! Pegs!! C'mere!" Herc yelled to them. The girls got off while peg stayed there. The girls had to pick up Peggy and trudged up into the playground.

"Hello, My kings!!" Peg bowed, jokingly.

"Hello, Peg!" Herc stood in a heroic pose.

"Your a king! Not a hero!" Liza pointed out, giggling.

"I can be both!" Herc pouted.

"Yes, you can. Like King Arthur!" Laf kissed herc's check. "I think."

"Exactly! I mean, that's right? Right??" John looked for towards us for confirmation. We all just gave a shrug in his direction.

"Well, of course, my king! You are a heroic king!" Angie spoke in a snobby tone.

"Thank you, Angie. This is why you're my favorite servant." Herc also spoke in a snobby tone.

"Why are we talking in a snobby tone?" Peg asked in a snobby tone.

"To see who is the snobbiest!" John laughed.

"Screw this! I'm horrible at it!" Herc laughed with john. Soon, we were all laughing at nothing. It was one of those stupid moments.

"Alright!! Everyone down the slides and poles!!" I yelled then headed first towards one of the slides where everyone scurried off towards a slide or a pole.

When we were all down we all just walked around the park. Talking about school, relationships, ghouls, haunted houses, dogs, animals, and just anything in general. It was the evening and we all separated to our own way. I didn't really feel like going home but I had to. I arrived at my dorm and went inside closing the door behind me. I smelled something. Something cheesy. I looked into the kitchen, Thomas was at the stove cooking...I looked to see a blue box on the Counter-Mac and cheese.

"Oh god, you're cooking for us today? Did Aaron give up?" I said, cocking a brow. He looked behind him and flashed me a small smile then turned back to his Mac and cheese, string the contents in the bowl. I realized my choice of words then flinched of how I said Aaron's name so casual.

"You should feel honored. I'm making you the best bomb ass Mac and cheese, ever." Thomas stated.

"Or you could be burning it." I retorted.

"Excuse me. Can you cook?" Thomas huffed.

"I got here on scholarship for writing. Not cooking." I scoffed.

"Exactly, short stuff. Lock it." Thomas chuckled.

"Yeah, yeah, thanks." I walked out of the kitchen and headed into my room. I sat down on my laptop, turning it on, and opening my unfinished document I was working on. I continued to type onto the document. I was so into it that I didn't even notice that Thomas had come in, knocking on the door.