ᴹᴬᴿᵀᴵᴺᴵ °°° Joe Sugg

1 | grape jelly

happy birthday by the way

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Curly hair bouncing as she ran to her brothers room, the young and extremely bright girl jumped onto him as soon as she passed the threshold of when the hallway manifests into a messy bedroom.

        "Joe ! Get up, get up, get up !"

        "Zo, get off ," The drowsy boy demanded before shoving his sister off .

        "Come on Joe, Mum said breakfast is ready !" The irritated boys sister exclaimed.

        "I'm going..." The boy trailed, dosing off.

        "Joe ! As your older sister, I demand you get up ! Your birthday party is going to start in a few hours !" The girl declared before realizing her brother remained unbothered and dead.

After tossing a pillow at her brothers body, Zoella skipped out of the room and towards the kitchen. In the kitchen, Mum was found in a vibrant, orange, mid-length dress. Her usual, straight posture now bent over, fixing up the table filled with delectables specifically meant for a certain birthday boy.
 
         "Mum ! Joe won't get up !" Whined Zoella.

         "I'll go get him Zo, you take a seat and wait for us to get back honey," Mum spoke calmly, kissing her daughters forehead as she went.

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         "DAD !!! DO YOU KNOW WHERE MY TRAINERS ARE ?" Shouted the Adidas-clad girl from the upstairs of the house.

The dark-haired girl, now searching for her shoes under in the depths of her closet, was searching with urgency because of her worries of being late to her best friends birthday party. She pulled at her hair, grasping for the memory of where she had last put her Adidas shoes.

         "EUREKA !" The young girl shouted, remembering where her shoes held their residency.

Eureka. A word the girl learned from the boys at school (one of whom had a scientist as a father). Learning of its definition after asking her father, she couldn't quit using the word; probably because its one of the only words with more than five letters that she can remember (or so her father says).

Rushing down the stairs, jumping over the last two steps, the girl raced to the yard, passing by her father reading the paper on the couch. Lo and behold, the worn-out, mud-ridden shoes were found in all their glory. Holding them up far from her face because of the stench, the girl shouted with joy before slipping them quickly on to her feet.

When she went back inside, she went to get some cereal. She poured the cereal into a bowl first and then poured the milk in after. Trotting to the couch, she sat down across from her father, starting to chew obnoxiously to get his attention. Peaking over his newspaper, Dad made eye contact with his daughter first and then looked down at the cereal bowl in her hand.

        "Yes madam ?" Her father questioned with the raise of his eyebrow as his daughter swung her feet back and forth.

        "Joes birthday party is later today, can I go ? Pretty please," Asked the girl, telling her father of the party she was invited to for the first time this week. Luckily, Tracey Sugg, Joe's mother, had called in advance to the DeVoto household as her sons best friend had the tendency to forget things.

       "Hmmm, did you clean your room ?"
 
      "Yes sir !" She shouted, raising her hand in salute.

      "Did you clean up the yard ?"

     "Sir yes sir !"

     "Hmmm, no I don't think you should go," Dad said nonchalantly.

    "What ! Why not ! Please, I'm begging you !" She begged, setting her now empty bowl of cereal to the ground, crawling over to her father and holding up her clasped hands as if she were praying.
 
    "Nah, I don't think so honey... Tell you what, if you go make me a sandwich, then I'll take you to Joe's ?"

Her eyes widening, she ran to the kitchen and took out all of the ingredients, throwing them into a large pile carelessly. Grabbing a piece of bread, she slammed it down on a plate, thus blowing out the eardrums of herself as well as her father. Next, she grabbed the butter knife, digging into the peanut butter, slathering it on. Then, she did the same with the grape jelly, carelessly. Putting the slices together as she speed-walked to her father, she thrusted the sandwich towards him.

      "You call this a sandwich ?" Her father said, looking at it. "Where's the good stuff ?"

      "It's the only sandwich I know how to make," she said, shrugging her shoulders.

     "Okay, let's go," he said, sighing and then taking a bite of the sandwich.

     "Let me get his present ! I'll meet you in the car !" She said, rushing up those stairs once again, almost tripping on the last step while she heard her father going out to the garage.

Grabbing the poorly wrapped shoe box, she looked around her disastrous room, checking for anything she may be forgetting. Shrugging her shoulders, she ran down the steps, skipping the last two steps, and rushed out the garage door to see her father already backed out of the driveway halfway.

     "Come on soldier ! Let's go Simona !"

     "Coming !" Simona shouted, running to the car.

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