It started in the snow // Joe Sugg

XIV.

Chapter 14

Percy nibbled on his sweetcorn while Dylan was zonked out in his bed while I was sat, stressed, on my bed, revising for maths.

'Bloody hell, why are exams even a thing?' I groaned, flopping onto my textbook.

'Cos you need to get a degree so you can get a job and get paid so you don't die from starvation.' I heard him say from behind me.

'Always positive you are.' I joked.

'That's what you get if you want me to be your boyfriend,' I turned to face Joe, 'you have to deal with my negativity in compromise for my flawlessness.'

'Flawless?' I took hold of his head, 'You wanna be flawless, I've got a tip, have a shave.'

He smirked before pulling me into a kiss. I smiled into it before pulling away which made him pout. 'I need to do maths.'

Facing back to my paper, he pulled me back so that my back was on his chest. 'How do you even do this? It looks really hard.' Joe rested his chin on my shoulder while I chuckled at his wording. 'Really? You're that immature?'

'You're more immature than me Joe, I can tell you that.' I laughed.

'Oh yeah? And what information is there to back that up then?' 

'Remember last week when we went to M&S?' I reminded him.

'Um, no. Please enlighten me.'

"So we had got some food then I went to the clothes section and I took you upstairs because I needed a new bra-' 

"Ugh, no. Stop talking.' he took his hands off me so he could cover his ears.

I rolled my eyes and removed his hands from his head, 'My point exactly.'

'You got me there,' he nodded at me, 'but I will get you back.' he finished in a seemingly menacing tone.

'Okay there, calm down.' I said while finishing my equation with a sigh of relief.

'I'm bored, I'm going to get your hamsters.' Joe sighed as he got up and walked towards their cage. As he sat back down he started talking again, 'I still don't understand why you called them Dylan and Percy and not Joe and Joseph cos my name is better.'

 'Maybe because I don't like to name my pets after my narcissistic boyfriend.' I answered nonchalantly

'Hey, I am not narcissistic.' he protested.

'Said the man who literally just said his name is the best.' I told him, paying more attention to my maths than him. 'Anyways, I loved Dylan since the start of teen wolf and I basically grew up with Percy Jackson, which reminds me, there's a new book on the 1st of may which I need to pre-order.'

'Okay fangirl, but you know something else you should order?'

'The death cure on DVD? Already got it on digital download, bit late with that one.' I responded.

'No, I mean a Sugg life hoodie so you look even better.'

'There we are again with the narcissism Joe.' I joked, 'But really, look at that hoodie over my chair.'

'But that's a black hoodie, we don't do black hoodies.'

I turned to face him, 'Exactly, if you did a black hoodie then I would buy one.'

He gave me the not-impressed look, 'You are so difficult.' I smirked at his words. 'See what I mean by immature Haley.'

'To be honest, being immature isn't that bad.' I stared at him straight in the face before speaking again, 'I'm hungry, what's the time?'

'Uhh, six thirty.' Joe replied, checking his phone.

'Ooh that's dinner time.' I squealed as I made my way to the kitchen, 'What is there in the fridge?' I muttered to myself

I quickly flung open the door to reveal a half-empty fridge, just the sight I wanted to see. Notice the sarcasm? I did that old trick, closing the door and then opening it, in the hopes I would spot something I didn't before. This was probably the first time where it had actually worked. Hidden at the back of the fridge was a large-ish pot.

And when I say hidden, I mean hidden.

It was on the bottom shelf, close to the floor, with kitchen roll over the top, vegetables stacked around it and had packets of bacon on top. I only noticed it because Brett always has the bacon next to the butter so he can quickly grab them to make a bacon sandwich. Rookie mistake there brother.

After I had cleared the clutter from around it, I lifted the pot onto the counter to examine its contents. Before I took the lid off, I saw a large post-it on the pot which read: 'If you found this then don't eat it. It is Brett's. DO NOT EAT THIS.'

I decided to eat it.

I made the right decision because it was a decent quantity of spaghetti carbonara, and I love spaghetti carbonara.

'Joe, I found some left-overs, do you want some?' I yelled.

'Yeah sure.'

In only a few minutes, the food was warm and out of the microwave, ready to eat. 

'I apologise because there is no way to eat spaghetti attractively and I probably look like some weird primate when I eat it.' I handed him his plate as I sat back down on the bed.

'Well, you're the most beautiful weird primate I have ever seen.' Joe told me as he tucked into his dinner.

'I doubt that, have you seen mouse lemurs, I mean they are adorable.' At that moment I heard the front door open which could only mean one thing.

"What up Haley.' I heard as my brother barged into my room. 'Are you and Joe eating my spaghetti carbonara?' he asked annoyed.

'Yes, now Joe and I are trying to have a nice, private, time together so can you, like leave and go back to your room.' I responded, putting emphasis on the word private.

'Fine but no monkey business alright.' Brett eyed us as he left.

'What is it with your family and primates.' Joe laughed at me.

'Oh shut up and eat your food.'