Skittles, Oreos, and Gummy Bears, Oh my!

A Jemily One-shot

(Fic is legal; no last names are being used!)

Emily's P.O. View

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Okay, I know I'm not supposed to eat Skittles. I know I'm not supposed to eat Oreos. And I know that I'm not supposed to eat Gummy Bears, either, especially when my Mom isn't home.

So, why do they look so tempting?

Oh yeah, they're sugar filled. Well, it's time to call in the expert…the man who has dealt with me when I have been on sugar frenzy, although, I would just have to hide the fact that I was getting hyper while I was calling him and asking him to come over.

I dialed Joe's phone number.

Yes, the Joe Gray. The man who has been given the title 'DJ Danger', also, he's the man who is able to keep me under control when I'm hyper. Joe's my best friend, too, we've known each other since we were in diapers so we went through the whole 'potty phase' together and all the jerk/bitches we have went out with.

Did I mention that I already had 3 Red Bull's and was on a major sugar rush at the moment, too? Um…well…yeah…so I did my best to dial Joe's number while jumping on the black leather couch in my living room.

Joe picked up the phone.

"Hey, Hey, Hey Joe!" I practically yelled into the phone.

"Emily…what did you eat?" Joe asked, knowingly.

"Oh! I didn't eat anything…it's what I drank is the problem." I smiled, excitedly.

"Em, you know what sugar does to you!" Joe laughed into the phone.

"Sorry, Joey…" Then, I fell off the couch, laughing. "Emily go flying...weeeeee…."

I could hear Joe chuckle and pick up his keys.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes." He chuckled.

"Okie dokie, Joey," I was still dazed from the fall. Not knowing what to do, I just laid on the ground, staring at the ceiling. I was waiting patiently for Joe…weirdly enough.

5 minutes later….

There was a 'ding-dong' erupting through the house.

"Come in!" I called from my spot on the floor. The door opened, I heard footsteps coming towards me, and then I felt eyes on me. I giggled, I looked up and seen Joe.

"Hi Joey." I smiled.

Joe shook his head and laughed, "Hey Em."

I sat up, and then plopped down on the couch. Joe sat down next to me, and then he gave me a knowing glance.

"So, who am I playing this time, the responsible adult or the ridiculous adult?" Joe chuckled. I giggled.

"Silly Joey, you're playing the responsible adult." I smiled, and then I got up and turned on the TV, it was Saturday which meant only one thing; the music video awards.

"Woahhh…feels like we're losing control…" Control by Metro Station, instantly I began to dance around a sing along to the song. I could see Joe chuckling and tapping his foot along to the song; I took his hands and pulled him off the couch.

While we were dancing, Joe must have snuck a couple drinks from one of my Red Bull's, because he was hyper, wait, wasn't he supposed to be the 'responsible' adult? Anyways, we really didn't care what we were doing so, we both took off our shirts and continued to dance, and so on and so forth.

Then we were in my room, in a deep make out session. Our hyper ness must've died down because we both realized what we were doing. I looked at Joe, he looked back at me.

"You were supposed to be the responsible adult." I spoke.

"Rules are meant to be broken." He smirked.

I smiled, and kissed him again, and then he kissed back.

So, that's how my best friend became my now boyfriend/fiancée.

Author's Note:

Yeah, I was listening to Control by Metro Station, while eating Skittles, so that's how this was made.

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S.Sobieski