"Joeyyyy," you yell from your room. Joey was at your house watching Netflix in the other room while you were on your phone.
"Whaaaaat?" he says, walking into the room and smirking at you. He was shirtless. You were wearing this-
Facing towards him. He came over and leaned on-top of you.
"You need to get up, lazy bum," Joey groans, laughing.
"Joey, get off of me!" You laugh.
He jumps off then stands on his knees on the bed as you lay down looking at him. He starts playing with your hair, softly brushing it with his fingers.
"I love you," he whispers, but you stick your tongue out, teasing him.
He frowns, then picks you up and throws you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Joey, put me down," you command, but he walks out to the back door.
"Not until you say you love me," Joey teases, as your mother laughs at you both.
"Joey, put me down, now!" you say harsher.
"Nope," he shrugs, then takes you outside.
"Joey, it's too hot out here," you complain.
He then leads you to the pool. In realisation, you begin screaming at him.
"On second thought, its actually freezing. If you threw me into the pool, I would probably get sick and then you would have to pay for my hospital bills," you rambled, as Joey stepped closer to the pool. You then start panicking.
"Joey! Put me down! Joey, no!" you squeal.
"You know the deal," he says, then goes to the edge of the pool.
Suddenly, you cling onto him tightly, not allowing him to throw you in unless he goes in too.
"You do realise I am wearing board shorts?" he chuckles, "I was prepared for this."
"Wait! Joey please don't," you plead.
"Why not?" he asks.
"Because..." you thought, then came up with the fake story, "I'm on my period!"
He raised an eyebrow at you. "You finished your period last week, y/n."
"No!" you scream, trying to scramble off him, but it was too late. He threw you into the pool ad dived in after you. Your clothes stuck to your body and became so heavy.
You ran out of the pool.
He ran after you, as you both laughed. You ran into your room and he came in after you.
"I hate you!" you giggle.
"No you don't," he protests.
"True. I hate you with a passion!"
He stands there, serious-faced. He fakes his seriousness all the time just to make you feel bad about whatever you said to him.
You slapped his face, but he remained serious.
"Joey, don't do this," you whine.
He rolls his eyes, and begins to walk away.
"No! Joey! Don't get mad!" you say sadly, grabbing his arms and turning him back around.
When that failed, you rain in-front of him and stared at him in the eyes.
"I love you, Joey! I love you so, so much and I love that you're my boyfriend!" you say quickly, as he then smiles.
He pulls you into a wet hug. "I love you too, baby girl."
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Please request! I make joey fanfics for you guys and i want you guys to enjoy reading about yourself and joey (or whoever you like).
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-Chloe🙋💜
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