inspired by a post that never made it to my instagram account :)
( TEXT MESSAGES)
riley: jayy
can you come over tonight?
I miss you
And I want a hug 🥺
babyyy
james: sorry ri, just finished practice, are you okay? xx
riley: yeahhh
I just miss you :(
james: i saw you this morning baby girl
riley: I know
but I still miss you
james: miss you too
are you busy tonight?
riley: no?
james: I'm a little tired, are you up for a ccc?
riley: cuddles, chats and chinese food?
james: ten points to gryffindor!
riley: I'm in ravenclaw doofus
james: ehh same thing
I'll be over in an hour sweetheart, see you then xx
riley: 🥰😘
I finished typing my last message and clicked out of the messages app. Bored, as usual, I tapped on the Instagram icon and started scrolling through my feed, pausing here and there to comment on posts and share them. I quickly grew tired of this as well, I really just wanted one thing. I debated whether I should go and get something to eat, but then remembered that James would be over with dinner soon. Unsure of what to do, I scooped up my book from the coffee table in front of me and started reading slowly, eventually relaxing into the familiar rhythm that came with reading a novel.
I guess I got a little wound up in the story; the sound of the doorbell quickly jolted me back into a real consciousness.
I instantly jumped to my feet and ran to the door, swinging it open with both hands. A grinning James stood there, one hand outstretched and the other clutching a white plastic bag.
"Hey bubs," he smiled as I threw myself into his outstretched arms. We stood for a few seconds before he whispered into my hair, "we have plenty of time for this hun, let's just get inside where it's warm." I nodded delicately but didn't move from my current position. We shuffled awkwardly back inside and closed the door. I finally let go to allow James to take off his jacket and shoes and chuck them near the little side table. I grabbed his free hand and pulled him into the lounge room. James sat down the bag on the coffee table and started pulling out white containers and boxes of various sizes and undoing each of them. The aromatic smells of chicken, fried rice and egg rolls wafted into my nostrils and I took a deep breath. James had finally finished rearranging them all and handed me a large tub with a mixture of all of my favourite things.
"Thanks," I smiled as he sat down on the long end of the couch (a/n: like a couch that has two couch parts that intersect in a corner and you like sit in the corner and have your legs out on one part, I know what I mean 😭) and beckoned for me to join him. I climbed halfway onto his lap, pulling a brown, fluffy blanket over our legs and placing our shared tub of food across both of our laps. I snuggled my head gently into his shoulder as he leant his on top of mine. We sat comfortably for a few minutes, tasting the assortment of food in front of us.
"How was band practise?" I asked as I tried to grab up a stubborn piece of sesame chicken with my chopsticks.
"Yeah good thanks," he said, " We just worked on some new tracks. I think Mr T wants us to make another set for some record labels, he reckons we're sounding a lot better."
"That's great Jay!" I exclaimed, still fiddling with my chopsticks, "did you... hey!" I squealed as he jabbed his chopsticks beside mine and stole the piece of chicken that I was going for. I dropped my sticks into the tub and turned to face him with a scowl on my face. He giggled and pulled away from my body, jumping to stand on his feet.
"Jaaammmeess," I whined, "give that here."
"Noooooo rileeyyyyy," he mocked, poking his tongue out at me. I returned the gesture before charging at him, my hands outstretched towards his torso. As I was about to touch him, he jumped out of the way and ran around the other side of the couch. I dashed after him as he looped and jumped back into his original spot, knocking the remainder of the food to the side.
