Overprotective Boyfriends - Crasanda (heaven official's blessing novel english .txt) 📗

popcorn and two drinks for us and we headed into the dark theater. I gulped. "Are you alright, Brandon? You look a little...pale?" man she had good night vision.
Jakey wakes

Jake POV:
I woke up to find, Taylor in my bed. I panicked and looked under the covers. We were still dressed. Thank god. I don't know what gets into me when I get high. Well, Taylor was using my chest as a pillow and I was using her as a teddy bear. My head was killing me. Today...was Sataurday? No Sunday. Yeah, Sunday. Taylor stretched and yawned but then went back to my chest and to sleep. Wow. I never knew she was a heavy sleeper by the way she annoyed me all the time, no. Memories of yesterday came rushing back to me. I remember walking into a party... that's it. Before that, I remember kissing Taylor for some reason. Don't remember the reason why. I try to get up but Taylor hanged onto me. I gently tugged her arms off of me and rested her head onto the bed. I got up, with a heavy head. I walked into the washroom wearily. I brushed my teeth and washed my face. I took a quick bath and changed into new clothes. I combed my hair and straightened my collar. I stepped out of the washroom expecting Taylor to be sitting up in bed and yawning. But, no. She was still asleep. I walked over to her and poked her in the side. She groaned and hid her head under my pillow. "Wake up, you're in my bed." I informed her. She groaned something back in groan language. It sounded like she was sayin I know. I poked her again. "lemme go to sleep..." she mumbled. I poked her on her arm. "Feel my pain of having you follow me around everyday. Wake up!" I cried. She sat up on her knees responding to my voice with my blanket on her head. I tried to pull it off so I could see her face but she kept it on with her hands. " I don't want you to see me, I'm too ugly." she said with a crack in her voice. I raised my eyebrows at her. Or the blanket. What HAPPENED when I was high? "When did I say that?" I asked her. She reached for her hoodie but I grabbed it first. "First, you have to show me your face." I told her. She dropped her hands to her sides. I pulled the blanket off of her like she was some time machine covered with a checkered blanket. She was up on her knees with her blonde hair over her face so I couldn't see her face. I rolled my eyes. Girls and their self conscious selfs. She got up and walked out of the room. She came back. She picked up her shoes, clip and reached for the sweater in my hand. I put it up in the air where she couldn't reach it. She stood there with her hair in front of her face. She was looking at the ground. Man, if I had said something wrong last night, it was really bad. "Can I have my sweater back...now?" her voice cracked and wasn't the usual cheerful. I lowered my hand and put it out for her. She slumped and took it. She walked out of my room, down the front stairs, and out the door. I knew I should have stopped her and asked her what's wrong but...this is the first day in a century without her annoying cheerful voice. I thought I might enjoy it.


Later on....
I was wrong. Having Taylor around was fun for a while but now it's just boring. I'm used to hearing her laugh and annoy me. I never knew there would be a day in my life that I would miss her. I miss her. I admit it. It's no fun without her. Even though, she's annoying and is like a stalker but lets look at the positive side. She's positive. She's funny. She makes me miss her. She's annoying. No that would be on her negative side. But when she's annoying, she's cute. So that would be on both of her sides. I called her. She didn't pick up. I texted her. She didn't text back. There's still two things I could do to get her attention...

4:44 p.m Taylor POV:
I can imagine Jake having a great time without my annoying self. I play temple run on my iPhone. He texted me before asking What's Wrong? Well, Jake, you don't know you talk in your sleep? Now you know. I heard everything you said. You don't like me, you like Riley. The cheerleader. Uggghhh. Lacrosse is way better. The doorbell rang, since I was the only one at home, I had to open it. I didn't care who it was or why they were here. I was fulfilling my duties. But I hope it's mom. I tried calling her and everything but she wouldn't pick up or she would just cancel my call. I paused my temple run game and walked over to the door to open it. It was Jake. I opened the door. "Hey," he said to me. "Hi." I said enthusiastically. I tried. Jake shook his head. "Somethin's wrong. You're usually happy." he observed. I shrugged and put on a fake smile. Jake walked in and pressed me against the door. He grinded against me. I looked around. It was too hard to look him in the eye and talk. He put his head in my view. I looked down, which wasn't much to look at since his body was pressed against mine. I looked up at him. "Please, Jake. Nothing's wrong with me." I assured him. Nothing was wrong with me. Really. I was hoping he would buy it but he didn't. I looked at his hair. His fourth stunner.
Jake's Stunners
1. His Green eyes
2. His six pack abs
3. His smile
4. His hair
5. His voice
7. Did I mention eyes?
8. His Jockiness
9. I dunno. Himself I guess.

Jake's hair was awesome and amazing. It was swag. Jet black and green eyes. Reminded me of Percy Jackson. Annabeth was soooooo lucky (Percy's girlfriend.). I wanted to touch his hair when I first moved here. Wish I could......

Brandon Goes Fishing....For Love

Christina's POV:
I clambered out of the movie theater and into the open, cool air. Man, it was stuffy in there. "Do you ever laugh?" asked Brandon. I shook my head. I don't laugh much. Or smile at the ground. Or enter a room with people staring at me. Paranormal Activity was okay. I didn't scream at all. It was... loud. I guess. I was going to go to the movie rental down the street to rent Paranorman or Brave or What to Expect When You're Expecting or Snow White and The Huntsman. I was thinking of Titanic. "Woah. Aren't we going back to your house?" asked Brandon pointing to the left when I walked towards the right. "I've gotta rent a movie." I told him. Brandon came racing after me. "But we just watched a movie!" he argued. I shrugged. "I know. But it's only like Ten thirty. I still have time for one more." Brandon rolled his eyes. We walked into the rental store. They were just about to close. I walked into the store looking for all the movies I thought of. My mind raced when I saw Battleship. I grabbed it and grabbed The Three Stooges. I rented them and quickly left. I had rented the worst movies but that was alright. I wanted to watch Battleship badly. I didn't get to when it was in theaters. We walked back to my house as it got darker and darker and darker. The lights were on in the house when we reached home. I walked in, surprised to see Jocks all over the place in the TV room. I walked up the stairs quickly trying not to catch attention. Nobody looked at me anyways. I walked into my room but then stopped. No way my brother wouldn't take advantage of me gone. I looked behind me and took a step back. I turned on the lights to see ketchup, mayo, white bread slices, lettuce and tomatoes all over my bed. Around my bed, there was ketchup outlined and tomato slices forming into a smile in front of me. I should have stayed home. Jocks were going to be jocks. *comment if you agree with me!* I looked up at the ceiling to see nothing. I had to make sure everything else in my room was okay. I opened my closet to see ketchup all over my clothes. Anger was building up inside me. What am I supposed to wear to go to sleep? What am I supposed to wear tomorrow? I clenched my fists. Then I remembered. My not necessarily dirty clothes pile. I looked down but there was ketchup on that too. But at the very bottom, they probably won't be. I carefully lifted my ketchup stained clothes and put them to the side. At the bottom, there were my pajamas. Perfectly clean. But a bit wrinkled but that was alright. I walked into the bathroom and pulled them on. I stepped out and went downstairs. I reached for the home phone. Nathan smacked my hand away. "Who are you calling?" he asked me raising his shoulders and narrowing his eyes at me. "Dad. I've got to tell him I've got to go buy some new clothes tomorrow." I told him. Nathan laughed. He had planned the sandwich attack. I was going to do nothing like that to him. Nathan shook his head while smiling. I reached for the phone but Nathan grabbed it first. "A-a-a! YOU are not getting this. He threw it to the one of the jocks laughing. I shrugged. "Alright then." I told him and walked away looking for my iPhone. Then I stopped and turned around. A kid sat on the sofa disabling my phone. I grabbed it out of his hands and walked away. My iPhone was disabled for five hours! I wanted to cry. Though, I don't. I don't cry. I don't laugh. I don't be mad. Deal with it. I