(Jerome)
Y/N POV
I sit on the table and read my favorite book. Yes, on the table, no, not on a chair. There are no chairs left because someone called Sally decided that she could juggle with chairs. so now all of the chairs are on top of her. No on even bothers to get those off her. Probably because she's annoying as hell.
As soon as I step on the floor to go to the toilet someone steps in front of me. He looks quite cute with his orange hair and positive attitude.
"Hello sweets, my name is Jerome"
"Hi Jerome, let me go to the bathroom" I step to the right and Jerome also takes a step to my right so now he's in front of me again.
"exiting, can I go with you?" He grins.
"No, gross." Then I step to the left, and notice that he's doing the same thing again. So I try to trick him by going to the lef-oh I went to the right haha gotya.
I run to the toilet but right before I could open the door Jerome got my wrist.
"Come on, do you have to go so bad?"
"Yes, please, just let me go"
And then Jerome looses my arm, I run
as quick as sonic and open the door.
When I'm done I see Jerome reading.
Wait, thats my favorite book! How dare he!
Wish there was a chair left to make him 'Juggle'.
Hello! Just want to say that I think about quitting this story because I almost run out of Imagination. Nothing wrong about the rest. And I need to take some time to write other stories. But i will make request even when I'm done. 💜💜
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Short Story*Finished* Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska imagines, you can always send me ideas! 💜 My writing will improve by the chapters. Don't forget to correct my mistakes by telling me!
