𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑|| 𝑗.ℎ

Chapter 30

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"Jaden."

Nothing.

"Jaden..."

Snoring.

"Jaden.."

Silence.

"Ugh! Jaden Damn Hossler!"

And yet again, nothing. I swear this boy can sleep through World War III if he really wanted too.Turning uncomfortably in my position, I lay my head back in the crook of his necks. My fingers start drumming a beatless drum onto his forearm that was planted at my waist, holding me down like an anchor.

"You sleep like a big ass baby half the time and I can't wait to throat chop you when you get up. I'm uncomfortable but don't want to move you." I grumble, making my fingers trace a shape that resembles a knife. "Thank me later asshole."

"Mhm." He mumbles. Eyes shoot open before I slapping his arm, hard.

"Ow! Emilia, that fucking hurt asshole!"

"I tired waking you up for 15 minutes! 15 minutes Hossler! All it took was muttering things under my breath for you to wake up. My actions are justified!." I huff. I even yelled at him and he didn't move and inch but when I whisper something to him he wakes up.He sends me a sheepish smile before picking up his arm from my waist and he stretches, I follow in pursuit.

"How did you sleep?" I ask sitting up and turning me body to
face him, my anger slowly disappearing as I watch him. He shrugs his shoulder before stretching his arms out in front of him like he was waiting for someone to hold him. I give him a confused look before slapping his arm.

A few moments later, scoff makes his way out of this throat, he stretches his arms out again. "I slept perfectly fine last night. Now come here, I want a hug."

"No. You stink."

I heard a gasp noise before two large arms wrap around my, hauling me over in his embrace. "I do not stink! Take it back!" A fit of giggles erupts from me and I start taking my hands and pounding on his chest while he just smiles at me. After a few minutes of trying to escape is evil hold, I give up, too stubborn to take back what I said.

I take my hands and move them under my chin, viewing my eyes to meet his. The sun from his window was hitting his face just right, a soft golden gaze covering most of his face but it especially makes his eyes pop with life. I've never seen him like this before, well I have. Once.

That one night when he was painting a smiley face at my house.

He eyes seemed to be so bright that night and I loved watching it. The way he moves the brush having no clue what he was doing, his disheveled hair(that looks very similar to the hair he has now), a goofy grin plastered onto his lips, his hands full of paint. It was like watching someone find them inner self, you are getting to see the true potential of how someone could be if they were happy enough. I would never admitted I enjoyed that night but the way he looked really happy that night can't go unnoticed. He has the same cascade now that he did that night.

His hair is a tangled mop on-top of his head and the playful tint in his eyes makes him seem like he just got done fighting with a sibling but he simply just woke up. Instead of being shirtless, he wears a fitted grey tee, i'm guessing he got cold last night and put it on. His finger tap along my sides while his ice blue eyes stare at me, a goofy ass grin is making it towards me.