I'm laughing my ass off!! You guys are really funny!
Just so you know, they have pants on in this chapter, lol.
I woke up in George's arms. I was lying on his chest.
I grabbed my phone to check the time.
9:47
That's the time I woke up this morning.
I yawned and heard George waking up on top below me.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer.
"Good morning, Baby." He yawned.
"Good morning, Georgie." I said snuggling back into his chest.
"Ya hungry?" George asked.
"I can make breakfast." I said quickly.
"No, no, baby. I'll do it. I mean...are you sure you can walk straight?" (lol that was my 100th word) George questioned.
"Of fucking course I can!" I yelled. "I'll prove it to you."
But little did I know that once I got up I fell right back to the floor.
George got of the bed to pick me up.
When he did he starting leaving kisses all over my face.
"Philip, I just want you to know that I love you so much." George said.
I kissed his cheek (FACE CHEEK PEOPLE!!! FACE CHEEK!!) and then cuddled up on his chest.
He then attempted to walk out of the room but I still needed to get my iPhone.
"Wait, George!" I called out.
"Mm?" He hummed in response.
"I need to get my phone." I said gently.
George smirked then said, "Well since you can't walk straight, I'll have to do it."
I just rolled my eyes at that remark.
He carried me back to the room and he went to his shortest drawer and on top of that was my phone.
I had some missed messages from almost everyone in my contacts.
Theo💜: Hey Phip! Let's go to the mall today!
Angie💖: Hey phip! Theo and I are going to the mall! Wanna come?
Dad🗞✏️: Phip where the hell are you now?
Twin: are you at Eackers again?!
Pops🐢: Hey Philip. Have fun at Eackers!
I laughed a little. I saw George look at me and just smile.
He walked down the stairs and then stopped when he heard a knock at the door.
"Who is it?" George asked a little confused at whom would be at the door this early in the morning.
"Who the FUCK do you think it is, idiot?!" I recognized that voice by heart.
"Mr. Hamilton?" George asked.
"No, it's Mr. Fucking Potato Man. Open the damn door!"
I saw George roll his eyes at that sarcastic reply.
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