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Jacob groaned as he lay sprawled on the floor, arms wrapped around his stomach. "So full.. don't think I can ea-"
"We got pie!" Exclaimed Dakota as she walked into the room with AJ, both of them sporting a pie in each hand. Jacob jumped up, grabbed one of the pies from his mother's hand and ran up the stairs, slamming the door to Paris' room and sitting on the floor. Paris whined, and got up racing up the stairs. "My clothes, by beautiful clothes.."
AJ sighed and shook her head. "I fear that two-by-four did more damage than I think it did." Jeff smirked. "Naw, he's just a Hardy, can I have pie now?"
"Jakey!" Paris squealed as she was tackled as she entered her room. Jacob grinned then crawled over to the door and locked it. "Pie hoarding, can't share.. must not share. Hey! I stole that fair and square." Paris stuck her tongue out, as she ate another forkful of pie.
Jacob whimpered, as Paris flung a forkful of pie at him. "Ahh! Your wasting it Par-Par."
"Don't call me Par-Par!" Paris flung herself at Jacob, pie in hand, yet with a bad aim, she ending up splattering it all over his shirt. "Hey I liked this shirt... eh, its still good." Flipping the pie tin the right way up, he attempted to brush what he could back into it. "Jeeze Par, way to make a mess out of me. Now I look like more a pig than usual."
Paris smirked. "Thats my job hun." Jacob growled and with a sigh pulled his shirt off, glaring at Paris. "Your washing that shirt.. and it better be perfect." Paris grinned. "Oh I could do that.. or.." She straddled his lap, kissing him lightly.
"Your not gonna kill me now are you Paris?" Jake questioned with a puzzled look, at his friend's actions. Paris shook her head. "No dumbass, do you have to ruin everything I do?" Jacob nodded. "Yeah.. so what was that for?"
"For showing me that you were right about Jason, and I guess I should trust you on things.. and showing me that you really do care the most, besides my dad and what-not.." Jake grinned. "Yeah, its my special job.. and I love it. You know what? This is almost as good as pie."
"Shut-up about goddamn pie, I'm better than it and you know it." Jake shook his head, as his arms wrapped around her. "No, nothing is as good as food... okay, okay.. maybe you, but thats my exception."
"Good." Paris kissed him again, yet whipped her head around to look at the door, which Dakota had unlocked, and shook her head. "Do I want to know." Paris arched a brow, and shook her head. AJ smirked. "Isn't it cute Dakota?" Jake growled. "Whatever mothe-.. er, mom."
Dakota cracked a grin, and shook her laughing, as well as AJ, as Paris and Jacob looked at their mothers with puzzled expressions. "We're sorry, we're sorry.." Dakota managed and shut the door. "That was beyond weird, I mean wh-" Paris was cut off from a kiss by Jacob. "Shut-up Paris, you talk too much."
Jacob groaned as he lay sprawled on the floor, arms wrapped around his stomach. "So full.. don't think I can ea-"
"We got pie!" Exclaimed Dakota as she walked into the room with AJ, both of them sporting a pie in each hand. Jacob jumped up, grabbed one of the pies from his mother's hand and ran up the stairs, slamming the door to Paris' room and sitting on the floor. Paris whined, and got up racing up the stairs. "My clothes, by beautiful clothes.."
AJ sighed and shook her head. "I fear that two-by-four did more damage than I think it did." Jeff smirked. "Naw, he's just a Hardy, can I have pie now?"
"Jakey!" Paris squealed as she was tackled as she entered her room. Jacob grinned then crawled over to the door and locked it. "Pie hoarding, can't share.. must not share. Hey! I stole that fair and square." Paris stuck her tongue out, as she ate another forkful of pie.
Jacob whimpered, as Paris flung a forkful of pie at him. "Ahh! Your wasting it Par-Par."
"Don't call me Par-Par!" Paris flung herself at Jacob, pie in hand, yet with a bad aim, she ending up splattering it all over his shirt. "Hey I liked this shirt... eh, its still good." Flipping the pie tin the right way up, he attempted to brush what he could back into it. "Jeeze Par, way to make a mess out of me. Now I look like more a pig than usual."
Paris smirked. "Thats my job hun." Jacob growled and with a sigh pulled his shirt off, glaring at Paris. "Your washing that shirt.. and it better be perfect." Paris grinned. "Oh I could do that.. or.." She straddled his lap, kissing him lightly.
"Your not gonna kill me now are you Paris?" Jake questioned with a puzzled look, at his friend's actions. Paris shook her head. "No dumbass, do you have to ruin everything I do?" Jacob nodded. "Yeah.. so what was that for?"
"For showing me that you were right about Jason, and I guess I should trust you on things.. and showing me that you really do care the most, besides my dad and what-not.." Jake grinned. "Yeah, its my special job.. and I love it. You know what? This is almost as good as pie."
"Shut-up about goddamn pie, I'm better than it and you know it." Jake shook his head, as his arms wrapped around her. "No, nothing is as good as food... okay, okay.. maybe you, but thats my exception."
"Good." Paris kissed him again, yet whipped her head around to look at the door, which Dakota had unlocked, and shook her head. "Do I want to know." Paris arched a brow, and shook her head. AJ smirked. "Isn't it cute Dakota?" Jake growled. "Whatever mothe-.. er, mom."
Dakota cracked a grin, and shook her laughing, as well as AJ, as Paris and Jacob looked at their mothers with puzzled expressions. "We're sorry, we're sorry.." Dakota managed and shut the door. "That was beyond weird, I mean wh-" Paris was cut off from a kiss by Jacob. "Shut-up Paris, you talk too much."