Jack-
Last night was fucking bomb. Me and Johnson did some pot with Bella and Morgan and my god, the girls were amazing at it. I was actually surprised.
We're all still a little bit, ya know.
I woke up to the smell of french toast from downstairs. I step out of bed and walk out to the staircase. Quietly, I tip-toe down the stairs and once I get down all 17, I walk out to the kitchen to see Morgan cooking with her back towards me. I thought it'd be the perfect time to scare her.
As I walk over, I can see the french toast grilling and Morgan chopping up strawberries and bananas. Continuing to walk, she sighs.
"Stop Jack," she giggles. "I know it's you. You are not quiet while walking down the stairs. Nice try babe," she says turning around and kissing my nose.
"What the fuck? How'd you know it was me?"
"Maybe because you're always the last one to wake up," she shrugs, while turning back to the chopped up fruits.
"Well that's true," I shrug.
She nods. "So what's the plan for today, Gilinsky?"
I walk over to the island and sit on top. "I don't know, wanna hang with the guys?"
She turns around again, pulling down her reading glasses. "And me being the only girl?"
I shake my head.
"Mhm, okay."
She turns back around. My eyes trail from her long brown hair, following her spine and my eyes stop at the small of her back.
"By the way, you're ass looks great in those shorts."
"Oh Jack," she mumbles. I jump down to the floor and squeeze it.
"Fucking Jack!" she jumps, slapping my arm.
I laugh and give her a wink. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I peek over her shoulder to see her chopping the last of the strawberries.
"Almost done?" I ask.
She nods, "Yess Jaack."
I kiss her cheek and walk over to the TV area and put on the news.
They were talking about a blackout in Southern California because of a kid who was drag racing, slipped off the road, and hit the transformer box.
"What a dumbass," I mumble.
"Jaaaack?"
"Yessss?" I say.
"What kind of creamer do you want?" she asks.
"Peppermint."
I surf the channels until I saw Shawn on TV. He was singing The Weight and in the corner of the screen, it said #disneysnextbigthing. There was about an hour and a half left of the show and I just watched.
Morgan walked out with the food and mugs, gave me one each, and sat down next to me.
"Aw Shawn's making it big," I hear her say.
"I know, I'm proud of the kid."
She nods and sips her coffee, "Same."
...
There's probably about 20-30 minutes left of the show and the TV was "rewinding" back to when Shawn was a kid. There were pictures and videos of him singing. He started talking about his family and friends.
There was one part where he was in his house and was introducing his family. The last person was hot as fuck.
"And this girl is my 18 year old cousin, Hayley," he says. "She's been there for me ever since the beginning. I remember we used to duo together, and we still do to this day. Her voice is angelic and breath-taking."
"And yours isn't?" she laughs.
I smile and continue watching Shawn's show.
...
Once it was over, I walk to the kitchen to toss my plate in the sink, along with my mug.
Morgan follows and once she puts her things in the sink, she turns around and I bend down to kiss her.
"I love you," I say.
She smiles back and pecks me on my lips. She walks upstairs and that leaves me downstairs by myself.
"I need to meet Hayley," I say to myself.
