Our Story
No more fever!
We just stood there, holding each other. My heart was beating to the speed of a bullet train.
"I hate this dress, it's sooo itchy and tight. And it weighed 3 times more than me! I swear! It was made for the queen of England, when she was 17, of course..." she complained, as she started to pull away.
I tsked, teasing her. "Tsk, tsk. Why don't I go downstairs, while you change into some comfy pj's?"
Her eyes brightened. "Thank you!" she said, dramatically falling to her knees, as if she were praying.
"Haha..." I laughed, walking out to let her change.
I walked down all the stairs. I fell on the couch, taking my temperature with a thermometer I found. 98.4!!! Yay!
"Woohoo!!!!!!!!!! My fever is gone!" I screamed, probably waking up everyone in the street.
"Okay! Okay, I get it! No need to deafen me!" I hear a voice say next to me.
Jo was looking at me, laughing at my silly antics. She was wearing a pear of pj short shorts, and a tank top. She looked really cute, with her laugh and messy bun, with a few curls tumbling out, here and there.
I was brought back to earth with a poke to my forehead.
"Anyone home?" Jo said, poking me. I smiled, typical Joey. I laughed, and fell on the couch, pulling her with me. We ended up watching a movie, her head in my lap.
We were watching Pitch Perfect. I started humming to price tag, while they where singing it. I started singing it here and there. Jo joined me, surprising me with her cute rapping skills.
By the end, we were cracking up, rolling on the floor.
"I—never knew that—you could—rap!!" I said, gasping for breath.
"Neither did—I!" she said, chuckling.
"Well, at least two people got their happily ever after." she said, looking at the screen.
It was the scene where Becca and that dude (I forgot his name) kissed.
"We'll find our love, don't worry.." I said, sighing. If only she knew that I would never get my love, cause she probably doesn't love me the way I love her.
"Hmmmm, you know how we are best friends, and we have to tell each other everything?" she started. "Ya? You wanna know something?" I asked, wondering her query.
"Well," she said. "I wanna know your secret crush. I know you have one, cause you always space out. So, who is she?" She was acting all excited. She really genuinely wanted to know.
"Only if," I said, hoping she would answer my next question. "You tell me yours, too. And don't deny that you don't have one, cause I see you space out more than me!"
Arabelle's POV
"Fine," I agreed grudgingly. I knew that he wouldn't let me say no. And I couldn't even say no, if I wanted to, to that face.
"You go first!" he said. I thought about how to answer his question. I couldn't just say that I loved him. That would be stupid. I opened my mouth to say........
"I hate this dress, it's sooo itchy and tight. And it weighed 3 times more than me! I swear! It was made for the queen of England, when she was 17, of course..." she complained, as she started to pull away.
I tsked, teasing her. "Tsk, tsk. Why don't I go downstairs, while you change into some comfy pj's?"
Her eyes brightened. "Thank you!" she said, dramatically falling to her knees, as if she were praying.
"Haha..." I laughed, walking out to let her change.
I walked down all the stairs. I fell on the couch, taking my temperature with a thermometer I found. 98.4!!! Yay!
"Woohoo!!!!!!!!!! My fever is gone!" I screamed, probably waking up everyone in the street.
"Okay! Okay, I get it! No need to deafen me!" I hear a voice say next to me.
Jo was looking at me, laughing at my silly antics. She was wearing a pear of pj short shorts, and a tank top. She looked really cute, with her laugh and messy bun, with a few curls tumbling out, here and there.
I was brought back to earth with a poke to my forehead.
"Anyone home?" Jo said, poking me. I smiled, typical Joey. I laughed, and fell on the couch, pulling her with me. We ended up watching a movie, her head in my lap.
We were watching Pitch Perfect. I started humming to price tag, while they where singing it. I started singing it here and there. Jo joined me, surprising me with her cute rapping skills.
By the end, we were cracking up, rolling on the floor.
"I—never knew that—you could—rap!!" I said, gasping for breath.
"Neither did—I!" she said, chuckling.
"Well, at least two people got their happily ever after." she said, looking at the screen.
It was the scene where Becca and that dude (I forgot his name) kissed.
"We'll find our love, don't worry.." I said, sighing. If only she knew that I would never get my love, cause she probably doesn't love me the way I love her.
"Hmmmm, you know how we are best friends, and we have to tell each other everything?" she started. "Ya? You wanna know something?" I asked, wondering her query.
"Well," she said. "I wanna know your secret crush. I know you have one, cause you always space out. So, who is she?" She was acting all excited. She really genuinely wanted to know.
"Only if," I said, hoping she would answer my next question. "You tell me yours, too. And don't deny that you don't have one, cause I see you space out more than me!"
Arabelle's POV
"Fine," I agreed grudgingly. I knew that he wouldn't let me say no. And I couldn't even say no, if I wanted to, to that face.
"You go first!" he said. I thought about how to answer his question. I couldn't just say that I loved him. That would be stupid. I opened my mouth to say........
Notes
Sorry it's too short. But I have no time.And I am super happy, because our rating for 'Our Story' has reached 9.6!!!!!!!
Thanks to everyone who voted, commented or even just read one chapter!
I'll try to update soon, but next Sunday is my earliest.
Well, thanks guys!
Peace out, loves!
-yoyo
10/14/13