PJ X Fresh Cute Story

Chapter 2

This is still more of just intro stuff

       I opened the bathroom door slightly trying not to draw attention to myself. I shivered slightly as my warm feet touched the cold floor I opened the door some more, still not able to see who was there but I could hear them better than before. It was my dad and two other people for sure. One with a more annoying voice that I had heard before and another one that I had known by heart. It was him, Fresh. I was excited and scared for a few reasons. It was Fresh out there for one, then the fact that I didn't have any of my cute clothes to wear. I did have some clothes but they weren't good enough for him, I needed better ones. I had to get something else to wear for him, I know that these just aren't good enough. I had to get something nice that he would compliment me on and he would fall in love with.

As I listened to their conversation I got to hear the annoying voice some more than realizing who it was. Out of all the times for Fresh to come over Ink just HAD to be here. At this point I was more scared than excited but there was still that small spot in my heart that just wanted to see Fresh.

I go down the small hallway to see them all around by the island in the kitchen eating the food dad made. I should not have been as surprised to see Ink there as I was. Dad never makes so much food for breakfast and he never is up this early in the mornings. I walked by them as quickly and quietly as I could but then at that point was when I was passing Fresh.

Oh Fresh I just had to admire him for a little bit longer then that quick second. I had to look at him a little bit longer. So I slowed down to look at him and hear what he was saying. His nice and calming smile, gorgeous eyes, that hot pink coat, and oh my his...his...his everything oh I just loved the way he looked. Then he turned and looked at me. I panicked and ran to my room. My feet were still hot and wet, pattering on the floor as I sprinted to the safety of my room.

As I sprinted to my room I closed the door and tried to find a good outfit for our romantic walk that I hoped we were still going to have after the embarrassing moment. As I looked at all of my clothes, dresses, shirts, jewelry, and the rest of it all, it hit me...none of it was good enough for him. So I put on the only thing in my room that I had known for certain he liked. I rummaged through my messy bed to find it. It was in there for certain I always had it in the bed with me when I slept. 

After a few seconds of throwing my sheets and pillows on the ground I found it right there. It was an old jacket he gave me about a year ago during Fall because I forgot to bring my own. I remember that day so vividly like it all was happening in front of me, the harsh cold northern breeze hitting my face as the plethora of rainbow leaves made sharp crunching noises as my little feet stomped on them. And there he was walking next to me with his large heavy hoodie tied to his waist and his light blue shorts partially falling off his waist showing only a little of his hot pink boxers. The day was like magic yet all I could remember of the date was it was Fall. It was like a dream that I wish would last forever but this was not the time to think of the past. I grabbed the jacket, put it over my shirt and put on one of my short shorts and dashed out to see Fresh.