A Day in the Life with Jeff Davis.
Just a little random one-shot about living with Jeff, nothing specific. I apologize in advance.
"Have you ever googled yourself?" You holler across the apartment to Jeff. "Sure," he replied. "Why?
"Do you know how many frickin' fangirls you have?" You snorted from the couch, clicking away on the laptop to show him. "I mean, look at this website called Tumblr. They're as obsessed over you as you are!"
Jeff wandered over, fanning himself with his hand. "Oooh, don't tease me like that! But I mean lets face it, I pretty much am the best guy that anyone could ever ask for. Whose can blame 'em?" You merely scoff in reply. "What-ev-er."
"Hey, I'm dating you, aren't I?" he retaliated. "And besides, I—whoa who is that?" Jeff exclaimed, referring to a picture of a girl on the screen. "She's one of your fans," you say indifferently. Seeing him zone out, you snap "Hey! Stop whatever the fuck is going on in that naughty mind of yours."
"Oh come on," Jeff groaned. "You gotta admit that she's pretty hot."
"She's 16," You hiss after glancing at the description below. But catching his shrug, you shut the computer closed. "Creep!" you giggle, gently hitting his thigh. Instantly Jeff clutches his leg and falls heavy to the ground. "I'm hit! I'm hit! Oh the bitter agony!"
You can't help but laugh at his adorable immaturity. "Hold on, stay right there!" You manage from the kitchen. Snatching the Smirnoff bottle from the counter you return to your boyfriend, still rolling around on the floor.
"Fear not, for I have the remedy!" You pronounce, displaying the vodka. "Although… it would seem as if someone has already been self-medicating!"
"See nurse, I ran into the corner of the table because of said remedy. So I believed it to be best if I treated the pain with Dr. Smirnoff," he explained with the cutest face of false innocence.
Jeff opened his mouth and stared up at you. Finally, you open up the alcohol and aim the spout over his tongue, pouring it down his throat from 3 feet away. He jumped up after finishing and sighed in content.
"See?" he said, resting a muscled arm around your tiny waist. "All better." Jeff kisses you and then without warning picks you up and throws you over his shoulder. You squeal in surprise, "Jeff! What are you doing?" He smacks your ass, replying, "Shush! You're all mine now."
Playfully you protest, but make no effort to get away as he takes you into the bedroom.
Just another day in the life.
