| | - D a y s L a t e r - | |
Paris groaned as bright lights burned her eyes. Swatting at the annoying entity, she managed to mumble a curse. "Lemme alone ass clown. Unless you wanna lose a valuable limb." A masculine laugh made her open her eyes, blinking in the bright light. The light, the source of which was a heavy duty flashlight, was turned off and darkness took most of the room again.
"Wakey wakey Pari." Came the barritone again, as Jacob leaned down and poked her stomach. "Damn it Jakey, no pokey." She slapped his hand, attempting to twist away from his hand. "Yes Pari, yes pokey." The male smirked, and pulled at her hand.
"Get up Par, we gotta get outta this hell hole. We get to go home." Paris blinked, thinking this over for a moment. "But what if I dont wanna go home?" Lower lip quivering, she pulled at his hand, hugging it.
Jacob shook his head, watching her for a moment as Paris' eyes closed once more. "No, Jakey wanna go home. Jakey no like hospital, doctors mean to Jakey." Paris continued to pout, just for the hell of it. It wasnt that she didnt want to leave the hopsital, it was the fact that she could torture Jacob by stalling.
"C'mon Par! They have nochos at home!" Jake finally pulled his hand free and tossed a sweatshirt and baggy pants at the female. She sat up, blinking at the articles of clothing. "What happened to my clothes?"
Jacob shook his head again. "Do you really wanna be wearing those anytime soon? Anytime ever for that matter?"
"Well... I guess not... Get out and lemme get dressed!" Paris threw a pillow at the male, who laughed and slipped from the room.
| | - T w o H o u r s L a t e r - | |
"Must obey the taco man!" Jacob exclaimed, watching as AJ passed a plate to Paris. The females exchanged a smirk, and ignored the injured male's eager, and then begging expressions. "But I need Tacos... I need them or I will explode.. that happens to me sometimes..."
Paris groaned, and passed the plate on to Jacob due to his whiny voice. "Thank you." He said, in the same small tone. "Gimme nochos!" Paris glanced over at her father, while Dakota sauntered into the room with a large platter of nochos. "Nochos!" Jeff yelled, seated beside his son, on the floor.
"Lord.. some manners.." Paris said with mock disgaust. "Hey, dun knock 'em till ya try 'em."
"Jake, believe me, I've had nochos before." Paris shoved away her plate and began poking the male. Jabbing him in the stomach, a sudden shadow crossed her face. "Jake, you're like a bowl of jell-o..."
"I missed one day at the gym! One!"
Paris groaned as bright lights burned her eyes. Swatting at the annoying entity, she managed to mumble a curse. "Lemme alone ass clown. Unless you wanna lose a valuable limb." A masculine laugh made her open her eyes, blinking in the bright light. The light, the source of which was a heavy duty flashlight, was turned off and darkness took most of the room again.
"Wakey wakey Pari." Came the barritone again, as Jacob leaned down and poked her stomach. "Damn it Jakey, no pokey." She slapped his hand, attempting to twist away from his hand. "Yes Pari, yes pokey." The male smirked, and pulled at her hand.
"Get up Par, we gotta get outta this hell hole. We get to go home." Paris blinked, thinking this over for a moment. "But what if I dont wanna go home?" Lower lip quivering, she pulled at his hand, hugging it.
Jacob shook his head, watching her for a moment as Paris' eyes closed once more. "No, Jakey wanna go home. Jakey no like hospital, doctors mean to Jakey." Paris continued to pout, just for the hell of it. It wasnt that she didnt want to leave the hopsital, it was the fact that she could torture Jacob by stalling.
"C'mon Par! They have nochos at home!" Jake finally pulled his hand free and tossed a sweatshirt and baggy pants at the female. She sat up, blinking at the articles of clothing. "What happened to my clothes?"
Jacob shook his head again. "Do you really wanna be wearing those anytime soon? Anytime ever for that matter?"
"Well... I guess not... Get out and lemme get dressed!" Paris threw a pillow at the male, who laughed and slipped from the room.
| | - T w o H o u r s L a t e r - | |
"Must obey the taco man!" Jacob exclaimed, watching as AJ passed a plate to Paris. The females exchanged a smirk, and ignored the injured male's eager, and then begging expressions. "But I need Tacos... I need them or I will explode.. that happens to me sometimes..."
Paris groaned, and passed the plate on to Jacob due to his whiny voice. "Thank you." He said, in the same small tone. "Gimme nochos!" Paris glanced over at her father, while Dakota sauntered into the room with a large platter of nochos. "Nochos!" Jeff yelled, seated beside his son, on the floor.
"Lord.. some manners.." Paris said with mock disgaust. "Hey, dun knock 'em till ya try 'em."
"Jake, believe me, I've had nochos before." Paris shoved away her plate and began poking the male. Jabbing him in the stomach, a sudden shadow crossed her face. "Jake, you're like a bowl of jell-o..."
"I missed one day at the gym! One!"