My Best Friend And I (#Wattys2017)

Chapter 8

Emily's POV

Waking up on Sundays had always been the worst thing for me when I have school the next day because it meant that I'd have to wake up early and do homework and study instead of sleeping till noon like I'd usually do. Jack always came and helped me with things I found harder to understand as he somehow managed to do all his work at school. Don't ask me how it's still a mystery to me too.

Anyway, that Sunday wasn't anything different - I was rudely woken up by my alarm at 8:30 am which gave me half an hour to take a quick shower (which I wasn't good at), magically wake up and eat breakfast. I groggily got out of my so comfy and warm bed and stumbled my way over to the bathroom. Yeah, stumbled. I'm so sleepy early in the mornings that you'd think I'm still drunk from the night before or have a hangover, when in fact, I'm sleep deprived.

The shower did little to nothing to wake me up. After drying off I threw on a mismatched pair of underwear, some yoga pants and a baggy yellow t-shirt saying "Babe I love you so berry much" and a small strawberry print on it that I found laying on my chair, surprise. I mean come on, we all have the chair so don't you dare judge me. I quickly brushed my teeth, while dancing to some R5 song that was stuck in my head.

I then ran down the stairs to the kitchen where I got out two dishes since I knew that J was to come any second now and he'd want something to eat as well. That's how he was - even though he had just had breakfast at his, he'd come barreling in through the door and see me eating so he'd just steal my food. And let me tell you that was a no no. You don't mess with my food. Especially in the mornings. That being said, I put two slices of bread in the toaster and found the Nutella jar. While waiting for the toasts I couldn't help myself and quickly put a spoonful of the deliciousness into my mouth. When the bread popped out, I put another two for my best friend.

"Good morning honey!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. And as expected his appearance was loud as he yelled just that as soon as he had the front door opened, not caring for the neighbors one bit.

"In the kitchen darling." I called back, deciding to play along. A few moments after I felt arms wrap around my waist loosely, a light kiss on my cheek and then a head being placed on my shoulder.

"Whatcha cooking for your beloved best friend?" He asked playfully and lightly tilting us from side to side which was a bit annoying since I was trying to spread the chocolate over my two toasts.

"Oh, you know, your favorite - Nutella toasts." I looked over just in time to see his disgusted face which I was aiming for.

"Emmy." He whined like a little kid "You know I hate Nutella because it has hazelnuts."

"Oh I know, baby." I threw an evil smirk at his cute pouting face. Awe, that face was sweeter than the Nutella. Umm... I was still sleepy obviously.

"You're the devil. I hope you know that." He said and unwrapped himself from me so that he could get his toasts which were ready.

"True... but would the devil have Hershey's spread only for you?" I asked him as I pointed to the jar that I'd placed behind the toaster so that he wouldn't have to look for it and get lost again.

"I'm taking my words back. You're a babe." He announced happily as he quickly spread his plain chocolate on the toasts and bit into the first one.

"Oh, I'm a babe now, huh?" I mused, taking a bite of my own breakfast.

"Yeah." He said, sticking his tongue out, which might I add was covered in chocolate. Gross. "Plus you're the one who started it." He said matter-of-factly.

"You like it, babe." I continued edging him on.

"Em stop or I'll just continue with this and from now on you'll be baby." Jack said somewhat seriously. Of course, me being me I kept going on.