Bad Boy turns into a Good Boy

Jealousy

Mark's POV 

"Storms, wake up" I call Alicia but she's still not moving. 

Just 5 minutes ago, the movie has finally ended and when I turned my head to Alicia, she's already sleeping peacefully in my shoulder. She looks so cute when she's sleeping, and it makes me don't want to wake her up. 

So why am I trying to wake her up now, you ask? It's because my shoulder hurts. Yeah, don't ever trust romance movies where the guy lets the girl sleep in their chest or shoulder, it feels good at the first time but then it becomes so uncomfortable because you can't move too much because you're too scared to wake up your girl. But in my case, Alicia is not my girl....yet. 

"Storms, wake up." I call her again, poking her arms. 

"Hm" she moans, snuggling her head more to me now. 

I sigh and check my watch, it's 7pm right now. 

"Storms, wake up. Aren't you hungry?" 

And just like that everyone, Alicia Storms is fully awake now. 

"Well, will you cook for me then?" she asks while rubbing her eyes. 

I rolled my eyes, "you always ask me or Jackson to cook for you whenever we're around. You need to start learning on how to cook." 

"But you never want to cook for me, Jackson always cooks for me." 

"Always? Do you live with him?" I look at her, feeling annoyed when she mentioned that Jackson always cooks for her. 

Shake my fuckin head, I cook better than him though. He's just trying to show off. 

"No, but he always cooks for me whenever he's around me. Plus, he said that I can ask him to cook for me whenever I'm hungry." she says, not realizing the change of my expression. 

"What is he? Your personal chef?" I scoff when I heard Alicia's answer. 

"It might sounds like that but he said if that's the only way for me to keep coming back to him then he's okay with that." she replies.

I burst out laughing, "what the hell?" 

"what?"

"It sounds ridiculous." I say, still laughing. 

I swear, my twin brother and his sweet image make me want to puke. 

"Why are you being a jerk? He's just trying to be nice." Alicia scolds me.

"Oh my god, Storms! That's not what you called 'trying to be nice', that's what you called, 'trying to get your heart' or 'trying to get in your pants.' " I say.