Pocket Sized

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Summary: You're about two inches shorter than Jenna, which makes her constantly tease you about it.
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You were irritated, because honestly speaking, you wondered why your girlfriend found it funny to put your favourite things like the coffee jar, your f/c mug, even your sheet music on the highest, most put-of-reach places.

"JENNA!" You stormed into hers and your shared room, where she was seated on the bed, reading a book.

She smiled and glanced at you, saying, "Hey, baby, what's the matter?"

You put your hands on your hips and scowled, "I wanted a coffee. I needed a coffee. YET YOU PUT THE GODFORSAKEN JAR ON THE TOP SHELF!"

She laughed at you and closed her book, getting up and walking to the kitchen with you scolding her constantly.

She opened the cupboard and brought down the coffee jar, grinning, "You're so tiny, my love."

"I am not!" You snapped. "I'm vertically challenged."

"Yeah, yeah. Shortie," she stuck her tongue out at you, which made you grumble even more as you made yourself a coffee.

"Shortie who makes you scream in bed," you said, pulling her down by the collar for a kiss.

She blushed a bright red, before she cleared her throat, pulling away.

"Fucking knew it," you laughed at her.

"Shut up, pocket-size," she mumbled, hiding her face in her shirt.

"Mhm, you wish," you smirked, leaving her a blushing mess.

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It's so shitty but, well, it's a chapter!

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