Adopted by Pierce The Veil
sometimes i give myself the creeps
the guys had a lot to do today so that meant that i had today to myself and Jacob. we could do anything pretty much. so i picked up my phone and called him. "yeah?" he asked, in his groggy morning voice.
"you wanna hang today?" i asked. "yeah, babe sure," he said. "i'll pick you up by 12?" he asked. "yeah, love you," i said. "love you too," he said. i hung up and got one of my five night's at freddies tee shirts and put it on, with my shorts. i combed through my hair and then got ready to go, applying only a little make up.
i went to the "living room" and put on a show to watch for 30 minutes. when i heard a knock on the door i ran to get it. "hey, wait here i gotta tell Vic," i said. he nodded and i walked to Vics bed. "i'm going to go hang out with Jacob," i said. he nodded half sleep and i laughed. "please don't stay in bed all day," i said before going outside. "so hows life?" he asked. i nodded and said eh. i dont really know how life is these days.
"cool, so you want to hit the mall?" he asked. i nodded. we all knew where this was going...JUSTICE. no i'm lying. once we got there we went to HT and walked in. he said he would pay for it, but i told him i would. we spent like 5 minutes arguing over who would pay. "fine!" i said. he laughed and held my hand as we continued to walk. throughout the store looking for things.
i ended up with 2 twenty one pilots tee shirts, and 2 new pairs of shoes. i was a happy smol bean. some how we ended up in spencers. spencers is kind of weird if i'm going to admit. but we still liked it. i saw a dildo and chuckled to myself. "what's so funny?" he asked. i pointed to the dildo and he started to laugh too. "do you want me to buy that for you," he asked with all seriousness. "what the fuck? no!" i laughed.
he chuckled. we walked around some more. he ended up with a new nirvana and guns n roses tee shirt. he looked pretty hot in them. i kind of thought he looked a bit devinare.
we ended up back at the bus and walked in.
a/n: excuse the typos please