XLVI - Capeesh

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(A/N: 50k READS THAT'S INSANE ILYSM
also i wrote this on my phone so if the layout is weird that's why)

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We pull into the driveway and I hop out quickly, "I gotta go see Steven." I announce.

Jere nods and I'm off, huffing after I get to the top of the stairs.

I knock on the door a few times, and then a few more times, and a few more... it's just fun to be annoying sometimes.

"I ALREADY SAID COME IN LIKE TEN TIMES!" Steven yells, annoyed.

I laugh and open up the door.

"I have a proposition." I say.

"Uh huh. And what's that?" He asks.

"As you know, Taylor is coming tomorrow." He stiffens at my words.

"You are not to: talk, look, smell, touch, breath, hear, or ANYTHING her. Capeesh?" I say sternly.

"How am I supposed to not hea-" He begins.

"CAPEESH?" I cut him off.

He groans.

"I even have something in it for you." I say.

"What's that?" He puts one eyebrow up suspiciously.

"You're very own box of muffins. That I purposefully bought separately.. so that you can keep them in your room for safe keeping. Just don't tell the moms." I say.

He opens the box, "Chocolate? Deal." He greedily closes the box and puts it on his nightstand.

"I'm watching you." I point two fingers at my eyes and then his.

I walk backwards out of his room slowly in hopes to intimidate him.

But after I close the door I run my back into something hard.

"Hey, beautiful." It says.

I turn my head around, it's Jere. He has his arms wrapped around my waist.

"Funny seeing you here." He says with a smirk.

i know // jeremiah fisherWhere stories live. Discover now