jennas pov
i took julien home and i brought some blankets into my room since we only had one, that was mine.
julien was sitting on the floor fidgeting with something. i looked down at him and smiled, he was so lost in his own little world while playing with my carpet. adorable. i finished making the bed and i walked out of my room and into my mothers room. i fished around her closet until i found one of my dads old shirts
"i hope this isn't weird but i don't sleep with a shirt on, unless you want me to wear a shirt then that's fine."
"oh okay! and trust me it's fine if you wanna use one of these shirts. oh! or you could wear the shirt that you gave me! but if you really don't wanna wear a shirt then that's fine i just don't wanna burden you with having to choose cause it makes no difference to me." i rambled on.
i looked up at julien and he was just smiling down at me.
"what?" i playfully asked.
he responded in a cute voice"you're cuteee." he said while scrunching his nose and and dragging on the 'e.
"well i think you're pretty cute yourself." i said in return in a high pitched voice. he giggled at my little response.
i began to tear off juliens polo shirt and then he stopped me.
"what?" i asked
"don't take it off, you look super cute in it."
i put the shirt back down and just took off my bra cause there was no way in hell i was sleeping with a bra on. i threw it onto the ground then climbed into bed, along with julien.
