Gage
Last night Gage slept over at your house. And you both just slept by the way, no funny business was involved. Being the early riser he is he already was up and in the kitchen. You woke up a little later. You looked around the room and found that he was gone so you got up. You were about to walk out of the door when your eyes caught something black hanging on your desk chair. It was Gages leather jacket! The one that he so preciously loves. Half of you knew the consequences of if he caught you with it on but you just had to feel what it felt like to wear it. So you tiptoed over to it and slipped it on.
WOW!
You thought. It felt AMAZING. No wonder he loves it so much. And then you had a thought. You slid over to your desk drawer and pulled out diamond stickers. You placed them on your lip and on your eyebrow so that it looked like you had piercings.
"There," you whispered, "now I look like Gage."
You danced about for a bit before finding a stuffed animal.
"Chris!" You said in a deep voice, "Your not supposed to do that!"
You whipped your head around to your lamp.
"Kevin! I see what your doing, so stop it!" You laughed at yourself. You laughed so hard that tears squeezed out of the corners of your eyes and you fell to the ground, completely oblivious to the fact that Gage was leaning against your bedroom wall staring at you.
"What the actual hell are you doing?" Gage asked.
You stopped laughing and looked up at him. Do to the causes of rolling about on the ground one of the stickers fell off.
Gage looked at you curiously, but the look of it was too much so he started laughing. You both laughed for a bit until you calmed down.
"But no, seriously give me my jacket back."
