Jacob's pov
To Do List:
Up and out of bed by seven am, check.
Ready and out of the house by eight, check.
Breakfast, check.
Wasted time kissing, check.
Two Applications for our favourite coffee shop, check.
Troye, Not 2day sweaty.
"Hm, how about here?" He asks, pointing to the sign stating 'help wanted'.
"You wanna work at a paint store?" I question.
He nods, "I don't see why not."
I shrug and walk into the tiny shop with him, walking over to the front desk and getting him an application. He fills it out and has it sent to the manager with a promise to get a response within three to seven business days. Troye fussed that he was probably going to get stood up like every prom date of his ever, crossing his arms over his chest and pouting. I simply chuckle at him and wrap my arms around him from behind, breathing into his neck and making him squawk. The boy exclaims that it tickles, fighting me off and running into a post office.
Still grinning like an idiot as I follow him in, I find him walking up to the counter and chatting with the lady at the front desk.
"Are you guys hiring?" He chirps, tapping his fingers on the counter and looking around behind her.
She shakes her head, "We sure are, are you looking to work here?"
He beams at her, "Never thought about it before but yeah, seems cool. I wanna be a delivery boy."
I walk up behind him, sneaking a wrist around his waist.
"Picture it: Troye Sivan, delivery boy." I wave my hand over the top of us as if to make a rainbow.
The lady chuckles, "Well, you can start by filling out this application. We'll need to see a driver's licence and high school diploma, you'll take an exam and if you're qualified you'll be that delivery boy you're hoping to be in no time."
Troye nods like a little boy, "I'd love that. That sounds like the dream."
She hands him a packet and pencil. He takes it and thanks her, turning to the row of chairs and sitting down. I watch him fill it out and hand it back to her, he chats with her for a bit longer before finding his way back to me. Once we're outside he grabs my hands and jumps up in excitement.
"I really like it there. I never thought I would but I do!!" He smiles so brightly, making me mirror that gorgeous grin with one just as cheerful.
"Well, I hope you get it, baby."
We're off and into dozens more of shops and supermarkets, applying anywhere and everywhere possible. For the most part, we were calm and respectful, trying to make a good impression on anyone and everyone, but I just couldn't help myself when I had the chance. We're walking through a B&Q, Troye looking around as a brilliant idea comes to mind.
"Hey, Troye." I catch his attention.
He squeezes my hand and looks over, nodding and swinging our hands out.
"Mhm?"
I smirk, "The floor is lava."
And that's when I saw the boy fall to pieces on the inside in seconds. Narrowing his eyes at me, he mutters 'oh, you bitch.'
"Three, two..."
Whipping his head in every direction, he sighs and lunges at a shelf of gardening supplies, clinging on for dear life. A woman passing by with her little stroller gives him a weird look while I stand back bursting out laughing.
"What?! The floor is lava!" He exclaims to her, to which she just strolls faster and turns into a different aisle.
"You're the worst!" He whispers.
I wipe my eyes and let out a 'phew', walking over to the boy and looking up at him.
"You gonna get down from there now?" I inquire cheekily, making him look down and glare at me.
"I'm... stuck."
That only makes me crack out laughing again, bending down and clutching onto my knees.
"So rude." He whispers more-or-less to himself, shaking his head and looking up at the ceiling.
"C'mere, I got you." I place my hands on his hips and lift him up a bit.
He squirms as he lets go, whimpering and turning to cling onto me in seconds. I coo and set him down, patting his back as he wraps his arms around me.
"For that, I'm gonna get revenge. I hope you tremble in fear waiting for me to screech out 'the floor is lava!' at the worst of times for you. I might even do it at-"
I cut him off, "Hey, Troye."
He pulls back and oh-so innocently falls for it again.
"Hm?"
"The floor is lava."
He huffs, placing his hands on my shoulders and jumping up at me. I snicker and hold him up, wrapping my arms around his waist as he hooks his legs around mine and arms around my neck.
"I will get revenge."
To Do List:
Mess with Troye, check.
Get kicked out of B&Q, check.
Trek down River Thames for lunch, check.
Take pictures by the springs, check.
Next Up, Go to See Angelina.
