Like I said: trash. But the gif makes up for it. Anyway, I have a question: When did you start to follow me--- You woke up to the sound of your ringtone. You slowly opened your eyes and looked at your alarm clock. It was 6:30 in the morning, who would call that early You picked up your phone and saw the caller ID. ‘Holland’ it read. You brought the phone to your ear as you let the call go through. “Hello” you asked. “Good morning” Tom said on the other end. You wondered how his voice could be filled with so much excitement this early in the morning. “Why are you calling me tis early” you asked. “Well, we have that photoshoot today and I want to take you out for breakfast before we need to go there” he told you. “That’s really sweet, but I really don’t want to get up” you laughed softly. “Okay, let me give you two options,” Tom said. “One, you let me pick you up and take you out for dinner” he said. “Ugh, no” you interrupted, making him laugh. “Or two,” he continued regardless. “you let me come over and we’ll have breakfast at your place” he said. “Let’s go with option three, we don’t do any of that and you let me sleep” you suggested. “Nope, that’s not how it works” he said and you sighed. “Plus, I’m already on my way to your house” he said and you could basically hear him smiling. “Damn you” you exclaimed. “You choose, darling” he said, probably still smiling at himself. “Fine, option two” you said, rolling your eyes. “Great, option two it is” he laughed. “But I can’t promise you that I will get out of bed until you’re here” you said, hoping he would change his mind. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to have breakfast with Tom, just that you enjoyed sleeping more. “That won’t be a problem at all” he said, his voice sweet as always. “Or after you’re here, for that matter” you said, grinning. “I’ll make sure you’ll be awake” he said, enjoying himself. “Okay, I’ll see you, then” you said, yawning. “See you” he said cheerfully, and gung up. you groaned and pressed your head in your pillow, wanting to get some more sleep before Tom would get to your house. *more in comments*
My laptop lands on the crumbled pieces of paper covered living space floor with a thud as I sink deeper into my grey, velvet bean bag. An extensive groan leaves my lips while I bury my hot head into my hands.
This is going horribly. It's been almost three weeks since I haven't had a really good story for my blog. I just can't form actual sentences and the only thing that happened the past few days was the moving and the location finding.
Both things not enough for a post.
I breath deeply through my nose until my head feels a little bit lighter again. Then, I finally force myself to stand up. After cracking my bones, I feel more relaxed but there's still no good idea in sight. „I heard your frustration. What's wrong sweetie" Jasper asks kind of amusedly as he walks in from our bedroom. „I don't know what to write." I grumble, plopping back onto the beige couch that fits with the white, beige and dark brown furniture of the apartment. „The people loved the high school drama back then so much but in college I don't have that. I mean, it's not like no one reads my stuff anymore but they are getting less and less every week." Pinching the bridge of my nose, I shut my eyes tightly. I worked hard for the community I created and they expect exciting stuff since I moved to Vancouver. Stuff that I can't give them as my mind seems to be all over the place. „Hey", Jasper says softly as he approaches me before kneeling down ," I know that it's a lot right now but I also know that you are an amazingly talented person. It's okay to have a writer's block from time to time. You got this." He leans forward to press a kiss to my temple making my lips curve into a tiny smile. Somehow he manages to calm me down all the time. „Thank you." I whisper, gratefully. „See there is the smile I love to see." He coos, pinching my sides lightly which makes me jump while laughing aloud.
„Stop it. I seriously hate it." I giggle, far from sounding as mad as I wanted to. „Mhm. But I love to hear that cute little sound leaving your lips. I never thought I would like the sound of grunts.“ ❗️mic❗️