The girl who was one of the guys

...It's Perfect

Song: Havana

Artist: Camila Cabello feat. Young Thug

I just realized that it's officially been just over a year since I started writing this story, I know it has sucky chapters, but I honestly am proud of how many chapters I've managed to write, I didn't think I'd get even five reads so that I you wonderful amazing people who read this story, it means so much to me, anyways that's enough of my rant, this is now chapter 81. I hope you enjoy! 🖤❤️

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Chapter 81

"Can we eat?"

"You can, I already ate."

"But I wanna eat with you."

"Why don't I make you something and I'll sit down with you?"

"But I don't want you to make something for me, that's just not right." Our small bickering was starting to get annoying. Jax was hungry and I wasn't, but I wanted to make him something so I ignored his comment and made my way up to the kitchen. (A/N: Remember that Jax's bedroom is in the basement.)

"Hey, why'd you leave me?" He whined as I walked up the stairs.

"Because I'm making you something." I heard his footsteps behind me.

"But-"

"Nope, I'm making you something, just let it be." I reached the kitchen and started shuffling through the cabinets.

"Okay." He said and I turned around for a second to see him leaning against the counter.

I proceeded to look for different ingredients and then I went to the stove.

"I'm making you grilled cheese." I heard him chuckle. "That ok?"

"Yeah, it's perfect." This time his voice was right behind me. His breath was warm on my neck as I stood facing the stove and him facing my back.

"G-good." I stuttered. He was up to something.

A few seconds had passed before he wrapped his arms around me from behind. I tried to push him away, but being realistic, I wanted nothing more but to be back downstairs and cuddle him.

"What's wrong?" He whispered, I could just hear the smirk in his voice. Then I snapped back into reality.

"Oh, no no no Mr. You are not doing that, now now." I gently pushed him away, but he came right back.

"But I want you." He said in a fake pouty voice.

"Maybe later." And then I noticed something. I chuckled, "Or maybe when you're not too excited." I was still chuckling. He pulled away.

"Shit." I turned around to see him turning around so that I wouldn't see his..."excitement".

"Go back downstairs. I'll be over there when I'm done." I walked over to him with a spatula in hand. I gently kissed him on the cheek, then the other, then his nose, and then his jaw.