ʳᵒᵒᵐᵐᵃᵗᵉˢ ( jack gilinsky )

2 - booty pics?

song mood for this chapter-
that's that shit - snoop dog, r. kelly

mia's pov

i'm woken up by my daily 8:30 am alarm and the annoying ass radar noise goes off, making me groan.

i have lots of things to do on my first day, like moving my furniture in and clothes. i also have my first class today.

i get up and stretch, then throw a random hoodie on so that i'm not in my underwear.

yawning, i open the bathroom door to see jack smiling at himself in the mirror.

"how creepy." i comment before i start brushing my teeth.

"how's my lovely roommate doing this beautiful california morning?" he asks.

"worse now that you've opened your mouth."

"my mouth is one of the best things about me, baby." he winks and i blink.

we—

jack clicks his laptop that's on the white counter and 'mo bamba' starts to play.

i choke on my tooth paste when he starts to sing.

"i got hoeeeeesssssss! calling a young—"

i glare at him in the mirror.

"—person's phoooonneeeee!"

damn right.

as if it couldn't get any worse, he starts dancing. he seems to already be comfortable around me, which is odd considering we just met yesterday.

or maybe he's just really, really quirky.

"is it crack? is that what you smoke?" i sarcastically ask him as i tie my hair up in a pony.

he obnoxiously laughs before he leaves the bathroom to give me my space.

i take a quick shower and throw on some light makeup and put on my clothes.