Fake Love

Tennis

It was another good night for Peter, the same couldn't be said for Mj. He didn't know the whole story but he did notice some occasional times she got out of bed. Peter was just fine relaxing in between the cool sheets, rays of sun warming up his face, he would have never had this luxury back at the apartment so he made the most of it.

"Peter, get up," ordered Mj immediately pulling the sheets off him, revealing his naked body, except for his boxers, lucky he had chosen to wear them.

"Why?" he half screamed, half groaned, not bothering to hide himself now that was becoming a regular event.

"I'm so restless and Aunt Linda just texted me that my cousins are here," informed Mj texting back on her phone, she me was already dressed in some tennis outfit.

She wore a white collared shirt and a classic short skirt. Peter swore she couldn't have gotten one any shorter, it did catch his eye though, right after he shook his head in disgust and cleared his mind.

"Come on get up, I got you some tennis clothes and the bathroom is clear," Mj demanded again, her constant nagging was getting quite annoying now.

Peter trudged out of bed and into the bathroom, turned on the shower, stripped himself if his clothes, climbed into the shower and let the warm water wash over his skin.

He dried him self and continued out of the bathroom with the white towel wrapped around his waist tightly.

"You mind, privacy?" asked Peter quite loudly to make sure she would hear him.
"Ugh it's not like there is anything special down there," muttered Mj turning around still texting on her phone.

"I would prefer it if we didn't talk about my reproductive organs right now," blushed Peter.

"Baha you call it that? I would think you would call it your fun-gun or something," laughed Mj hysterically slapping her knee in laughter, she had lost it.

"Eww Mj you are so dirty minded," said Peter sounding disappointed somehow and he was just glad he had finished getting changed.

"Be glad I didn't call it your 'love pump'," she whispered in his ear with a smile on her face.

"Why am I still here," questioned Peter to himself, rethinking his decision of spending a whole week with the one person who got on his nerves.

"Any heads up with your cousins?" asked Peter obviously referring to the rest of her family, a devil of a mother and an over excited Aunt.

"I may as well explain them all," she began.

"First there is Luke, he is 18, has light brown hair. Typical surfer guy who can get up to trouble if left alone for too long, basically needs attention constantly,"

"Next there is Jason, 19 and dark brown hair. He is quite smart and doesn't mind playing a few sports, but that doesn't mean he is any good at them, you'll get along with him,"

"Charlottle, hmm, 17 ,blonde with brown streaks, very sociable, has tea on almost anyone, but she has a very fun personality, she is my favourite, not that I have any,"

"And last there is Emma, brunette. Not so much of a shopper like Charlottle but she mostly just chills and likes to get her head stuck in a book, you'll probably like her as well," ranted Mj.

Peter tried to soak as much of it in as he could so it wasn't as awkward when he first met them.

He grabbed two water bottles for him and Mj and they both headed out towards they car, already waiting for them.

As they approached the court Peter could see a large group of people at the courts, he could only assume it was Mj's cousins.

"You'll do fine baby," assured Mj, slapping his knee, once again making him jump out of his seat.