Malibu Kisses

Demi Lovato - Sorry not sorry

I woke up at 8am the next morning solely for one reason. To get Jacob back. I was currently towering over his lifeless body, whipped cream in one hand and an air horn in the other. I sniggered quietly to myself because he looked so peaceful with his mouth slightly apart and drool coming out, if only he knew what was about to come.

3, 2, 1...

*HOOOOOOONK*

Jacob jolted awake, panic stricken and I took that chance to hit his face with the plate of whipped cream.

"FUCK", he cursed loudly, sitting up and frantically trying to remove the cream from his eyes. My laughter filled the room as I watched him struggling and I made sure to grab my phone and take a snap of this epic moment.

"Smile for the camera Jacob!", I teased. When he successfully removed the whipped cream from his eyes, his bloodshot eyes glared at me. That just made me laugh even more. He looked like he had a face mask on.

"I hate you", he muttered lowly. I slowly walked towards him and seated myself beside him before I used my index finger to swipe some whipped cream from his face. Licking the whipped cream off my finger, I sent him a smile.

"Hmm, revenge really is sweet".

He laughed at my comment before ruffling my hair messily. I attempted to swat his hand away.

"It's okay little Ivy, I'll get you back", he winked.

Rolling my eyes at him, I made myself comfortable on his queen sized bed, sitting Indian style in front of him.

"What are the plans for today then?", I asked.

Jacob leaned back on his bed, placing his arms behind his head.

"We got along with Trey really well yesterday, so he invited us to go to a local funfair with him. He's bringing his best friend along with him as well", he explained.

"Ooo that's nice of him. I'm gonna go shower and get ready then".

"Oh thank goodness. The horrid stench was really starting to hurt my poor nostrils".

I rolled my eyes at him and lifted myself off his bed, before honking the horn next to his ear. He winced at the sound.

"I'll make pancakes for breakfast", I announced loudly as I walked out of his room.

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After speaking to my parents on the phone for a while, I showered and heading downstairs where I could hear the sound of my friends talking to an additional pair of deep voices.

I recognised one of them to be Treys and although the other sounded familiar, I couldn't quite put my finger on where I'd heard it. Walking into the room, I stopped short when I caught sight of him.

Standing in all his glory, he looked even more handsome than he did yesterday. Even through his denim jacket, you could see how the white tee clung to his muscles. His dark brown hair looked so silky, I felt tempted to run my fingers through it and when his hazel eyes met my blue ones, it felt like we were the only two in the room.

His mouth slowly crept into a smirk, "Today just might be my lucky day", his husky voice spoke. I felt my lips tug into a smile of it's own before I turned to the rest of my friends who all sported the same confused look. I didn't feel like explaining what the beautiful boy in my living room meant by his comment, so I decided to change the subject.

"Everyone fancy pancakes again?", I questioned. I was met with a bunch of "Yeah!", "For sure" and Jacobs, "Is that even a question? Get your ass in the kitchen now". I flipped him the finger which he merely laughed at before I made my way into the kitchen.