Rated Low T for Tootie Mouth
This is actually the very first Jogan story I ever wrote (*gasp* it wasn't Oopsidaisy?!). I didn't want to post this originally because it's kinda shitty lol, but I guess I kind of do now, only because why not. I didn't want to change anything about this story, because I always want to be able to see my evolution in writing, so it's a little rough, but I wouldn't change it for the world.
Fun Fact: This was the story that originated Oopsidaisy! I wrote the first three chapters of this story, and then tried to change the plot midway, but then realized this story was skirting off the deep end and wasn't making sense anymore. The plot additions weren't working. So then, I hacked away the last four chapters (Oopsidaisy), rewrote the ending of this story. But it felt like such wasted effort to not use the four chapters I cut off so I rewrote this beginning and added a couple more chapters in between and voila. Oopsidaisy was born!
So please enjoy Oopsidaisy's mother. If there are similarities and similar elements to the story, it's understandable. But don't worry. They are completely different stories! ;) This is a short, three chaptered story. Will probably be completed by the end of the week!
Disclaimer: I do not own I Didn't Do It or any of the characters and am only using them for entertainment.
Prologue:
Jasmine groaned and rolled over, her nose catching the scent of a delicious cologne. She snuggled further into the arms surrounding her.
"…Logan…" She mumbled, "We've gotta get up. Let's get back on campus."
He grunted in between a thick snore, but otherwise didn't respond and continued to sleep.
Rubbing her tired eyes awake, she sat up, breaking the halo of his arms around her waist. Jasmine kicked her legs out of the stuffy sleeping bag, trying to get the feeling back in them from being so cramped through the night. Logan mumbled something in annoyance and turned over, taking the entire bag and covering his head with it. Jasmine stared at him in amusement, rolling her eyes.
After freeing herself, she yawned sleepily and loudly and opened the flap of the tent, crawling out on all fours. Hopefully, she'd be able to find the bathroom somewhere nearby because she had to go.
She picked up her heels sitting outside the tent and slowly, painstakingly stood up as her bones creaked and popped in satisfaction. Sleeping on the hard floor had caused major damage to her back. She felt so stiff.
Jasmine stretched high into the sky, letting out a satisfied moan as a particularly bad kink in her back straightened itself out. And then she opened her eyes.
"…Oh shit."
There was a police officer, what seemed to be the manager of the store as well as a large number of shoppers standing in front of their sleeping bag, watching her silently like she was crazy. She blinked at them, jaws slightly unhinged. They blinked back at her, some in the back whispering between themselves while others pointed at her.
She could tell exactly what she looked like to these spectators. Sundress in disarray and rumpled beyond recognition. Pantyhose torn. Makeup smeared. Extreme bed head with half her hair still in a bun and the other half dangling all over her face. She was pretty sure there was popcorn in her hair. This was not good.
"Uh… This is so not what it looks like…"
"Hey Jasmine?" Logan crawled out of the tent, yawning loudly, "Do you know what happened to my–"
He looked up at all the people watching them and froze, his eyes widening. Logan wasn't much better dressed, and he definitely looked about the same as her in terms of disheveledness. In fact, he was barely dressed at all save for his boxers and a wifebeater. It didn't help that his pants and shirt were hanging off the lounge chair next to their tent. A woman closer to the front covered her son's eyes, giving them a look of disgust.
Jasmine looked at the ground near the tent. There was popcorn and candy all over the floor and all the other pieces of the camping set were either knocked over, pulled apart, or haphazardly thrown in a random location. They were so screwed.
Jasmine groaned in exasperation and covered her face with one hand while Logan hopped out of the tent and rushed to pull on his shirt and pants.
"I know this looks pretty bad," he said hastily, "But it really isn't what it looks like!"
"Son, you put your pants on backwards." The officer tsked, shaking her head in disdain. "You young'uns these days. No sense of dignity. Or privacy."
The manager stepped forward, his eyes narrowed, "Do you want to tell me why you were sleeping in my store?"
"Sir. Ma'am." Jasmine said, addressing the officer and manager. "We can explain."
"Go ahead." The store manager crossed his arms. "We've got time…"