The Princess and the Punk

I woke up around 5:15 in the morning.

Jimmy’s arms were wrapped around my waist.

I had my back pressed against his chest.

“Cal.” He mumbled.

“Hm.”

“You have to get ready for school.” He muttered into my back.

I sighed and he unwrapped his arms from me allowing me to get up and walk into his bathroom.

I shut the door, took a shower, dried off, dressed in my pants from yesterday then put on one of Jimmy’s shirts, then I borrowed his eyeliner.

When I walked out Jimmy whistled and I blushed.

“You want to brush your teeth?” he asked.

“Naw I got gum.” I giggled.

He laughed and got up skipping over to me and hugging me tightly.

“Let’s never fight again.” He whispered in my ear.