C H A P T E R 3: clean cups

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— filler :)
i woke up with a blanket draped over my body. i stretched beneath them, yawning deeply. i sat up slowly, still waking up, and realized i was alone.

until i heard soft snores came from john b's room.

i grabbed my phone to check the time: 9:32 a.m

it definitely wasn't my brother asleep, since he wakes up at the ass crack of dawn for work, so i must be jj, or kie possibly, but she would've woken me up... and she wouldn't be sleeping.

why would you even think that? i questioned myself. i got up from the couch and wrapped the blanket around myself, hurrying to the kitchen for coffee. i was looking for a clean glass when i heard footsteps from behind me, to which i turned quickly.

there he was, bed head and all he never failed to impress me with his great looks. he was rubbing his eyes, "what are you doing so early? already clanking around?" he said groggily.

i squealed internally at his morning voice, but my excitement stopped because this is my best friend we're talking about, "i wanted coffee."

"there's no clean cups."

"no shit," i laughed.

"why don't we just go out or something, i'm starving," he suggested.

"me too," i agreed, now realizing my stomach was aching from hunger.

"well go get ready then, cupcake," he raised his eyebrows in a flirty way and ushered me off to my room.

as i passed him he yanked the blanket off of me.

"hey! i'm cold," i said.

"yeah, me too," he replied. "now off you go," he shooed me away.

i rolled my eyes and went to my room.

*

i just threw on some comfortable shorts and a shirt, not bothering to do anything too great, so i just put my hair back out of my face.

as i brushed my hair, i realized that this was kind of.. a date. i felt my insides flip at the thought, and i also realized my small crush wasn't so small anymore.

dammit.

— updated: nov. 7, 2021
— word count: 357
^ making longer chapters soon!! :D

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