chapter 26

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joeys pov

"babyyyyy get uppppp" i tried pulling liv out of bed.

"im tired jo i dont wanna gooooo" she whined.

"liv you have to get up." i said sternly.

"joey you made me too tired."

"come on, get up."

"make me." she said.

i rolled my eyes and lifted her out of bed, "now go get dressed and do all that girly stuff you do, ill make us breakfast."

livs pov

i did my makeup and straightened my hair and recurled it like it was last night. then i put on this outfit:

its just a simple october outfit, my bday is in 4 days, then i brushed my teeth and went downstairs and sat at the island

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its just a simple october outfit, my bday is in 4 days, then i brushed my teeth and went downstairs and sat at the island.

joeys pov

"you look cute." i smiled.

"so do you." she smiled back.

i sat next to her at the island and gave her her eggs.

"these are good jo."

"thank you, i only make it for people i really like."

"and who may that be?"

"my family, charles sometimes, and you." i smiled and put my plate in the dish washer.

"i see" she said also cleansing her plate.

"babe" i giggled.

"what?" she asked.

"your neck." i laughed pointing to a hickey on her neck.

"fuck." she mumbled and ran upstairs to put makeup on it, "joey!"

"yeah?!"

"you have them too."

i ran to a mirror and she was right i had 3 purple bite marks on my neck.

i ran upstairs into her room and watch her put her makeup on.

"liv thats too light, youre casper." i said.

"which is why we will use sophs." she finished up.

we walked into sophs room and i sat down on her vanity chair whilst liv dabbed my next with a sponge, i dont know what theyre called, beauty eggs?

"perfect." she said putting a beauty egg away.

"why do you guys have so many beauty eggs?"

"BEAUTY EGGS!" she cackled. "you mean beauty blenders." she face palmed. "i dont know."

i laughed and checked the time, "cmon we gotta go."

"ugh fine" she whined.

we got into my car and pulled up to school.

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