Happily ever after

Jalex

Hullo there, my little (and big) friends! (If you are reading this fanfiction then, I have decided that you are my friend! Ikr, the honour!)

FYI, Jalex is my ship name for James and Alex!! 💜

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On with the story, my literate chums!!

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"No!" I scream whilst falling to the floor! "James, stop!"

He pauses. "I'm minion number one." James says looking down into my eyes. I contemplate what he said before I shout out

"Never!"

I scramble to my feet and try to make it to the door, but I feel James tackle me from behind and I fall onto my bed, giggling madly. James starts tickling me again and I squeal. I am hopelessly ticklish.

I kick and squeal, but James is a lot bigger than me and his tall frame makes me feel about 2 inches tall.

I try everything I can think of to get James to stop, but he isn't even bribed when I offer him chocolate!!

"Alright, fine!" I finally give in to the torment. "You can be minion one!" James stops tickling me and I can finally breathe again, but he is still pinning me to my bed.

"Swear?" He says, childishly.

"I swear!" I say, giggling.

"Pinky Jalex swear?"

"God, your so immature, yes, I pinky Jalex swear!"

I kiss my pinkie finger, and James does the same. Then, I kiss James' pinkie and he kisses mine. We link pinkies and James finally let's me up.

He flops down on my bed and I lie next to him, my head resting on his chest. I contently listen to his steady heartbeat, and we lie in silence. Not an awkward silence, just a silence.

A few minutes later, I pull out my phone to check the time. 8:30.

"Come on," I say, sitting up and patting my hair down, "I don't want to be late." James nods.

We both stand up, and I straighten our James' tie as he stares into space.

"What's up?" I ask.

"Huh?" James snaps out of his trance.

"Your really quiet. It's weird."

"I was up late last night. I didn't do my history essay until last minute."

"Again." I sigh

"Again." He repeats, nodding. I pick up my school bag and James and I walk out of my bedroom.

"Bye, mum." I call out.

"See you two later." My mum replies.

"See you, Mrs Martin." James smirks.

He knows it annoys me when he calls my parents Mr and Mrs. It's not like they don't know him, though. James and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember. We do almost everything together. People always joke around saying we're joined at the hip. I know all of his family, close and distant. And he knows mine. James regularly comes with us up to Wales to visit my nan and uncles down there.

We go on holiday together every year. One year he comes to France or Spain with my family, and the next year I go to Italy with James' family.

Every year, we take a picture on a beach. James giving me a piggy back, and both of us grinning stupidly. We have one from every year since we were 6, and they line my desk. To me, it reminds me of all my years with James, and how much I love my best friend.

We stroll up towards our school, chatting about everything and anything.

James starts humming to himself, and I tell him to shut up.

"No." James says, chuckling. "Why should I?"

"Just Because.... Because I told you to!" I say, struggling to find a reason.

"Your just jealous because I am such an amazing singer!" James smiles wryly. James has a YouTube channel, and his voice is amazing. He posts covers of songs once a week, sometimes with our friend, Jess. Her voice is awesome as well! James has been trying to get me to sing a cover with him, but I don't want to. My voice is no where near as good as James' and I don't want James to get any hate from his subscribers.

"Oh really?"

"Yup, you wish you were me." He smiles, "cause all the girls fancy me!"

"You keep telling yourself that." I tell him, and swing my bag round to hit him in the stomach.

"Owwwww!" He screams, and I run through the school gates just as the bell signifies the beginning of lessons.

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