We Can't get Along

Period....or nah?

Genesis POV

I didn't get any sleep last night, I kept tossing and turning, at one point I pushed Jason off the bed on accident

today we move to the house, and I certainly not in the mood to be messed with

I tired as fuck...Jason finally woke up

Jason: babe....did you get any sleep?

Genesis: no

Jason: was it me?

Genesis: no...and sorry if I'm in a mood, my damn stomach hurts and I'm on my damn period

he chuckled, and gave me a kiss

Jason: well today we move...come on lazy ass get up

Genesis: my stomach hurts...crazy ass

he walked to my side, and carried me bridal style

I groaned in pain

Jason: baby let me see the bruise

Genesis: no I'm okay...

he didn't listen to me, and lifted my shirt

Jason: oh shit....that's a big bruise

he cupped my cheeks, and leaned in

just as we were about to kiss, the guys came out

damn it

Alex: are we ready?

Jason: yeah

this time Jason didn't want to drive, so him and I went in the back on the car

he was cradling me

once we got to the house, it was all empty

Matt: we need to buy things...

Genesis: are you serious? ugh......I wanna sleep

Tyler: on what bed?

point taken...fuck

Genesis: well then lets go

we all got back in the cars, but Tyga and Cody they were going to watch the house

Jason gave me his hoody, his axe smelled good...like really good....like oh my fuckin god good

we all went separate ways to find what we need

Jason and I went to look for couches, we walked hand in hand

my head was on his shoulder, I was literally about to fall asleep right here right now

Jason: how about this one?

Genesis: uh yeah sure

it was black with purple pillows

we walked to an other one

Jason: this one?

Genesis: umm yes whatever you want

he looked at me

we went to about 4 other ones

Jason: I like this one

Genesis: yea sure

Jason: babe you've said that for the last 5 ones....

Genesis: sorry its just...I'm really tired

we finally chose one, it was black

we then went to the blankets and bed shit

we got one for every room