I’m going to keep you company
Sloane
You don’t have to waste your Saturday just because I’m sick
I’ll be okay
Jude
No time with you is time wasted
I’m pulling up to your street
Well, I guess it was already decided now. Unfortunately, the limited notice meant that I didn’t have any time to try to fix what I looked like—I would just have to hope that he liked the messy bun and ratty pajamas look. I groaned and forced myself to stand up. I was shivering, so I wrapped my comforter around myself and stumbled down the hall to the front door. I opened it just as Jude came up the front steps, carrying two duffel bags that looked like they were bursting at the seams.
“What—”
“We’re having a sleepover,” he said. He didn’t wait for me to invite him in before walking right inside and taking off his shoes. “What’s the best spot? Living room? Basement? Your room? I mean, that might send a certain message, but?—”
“Jude,” I interrupted, but there was no heat in my voice. “What on earth are you talking about?”
“You’re sick,” he said. “And home alone. It’s my duty as your friend to cheer you up, and the best way I know how to do that is by having a sleepover with you. So?”
“But…” I had about a thousand objections, from the fact that my parents were not going to be pleased if they found out that I had a boy over while they were out for the weekend to the fact that I would be awful company since I already felt like I was going to pass out if I stood there for much longer. In the end, though, I didn’t say any of it because Jude was looking at me with his big puppy dog eyes, and I didn’t have the heart to say no to him. Besides, nobody had ever gone to so much trouble just to make me happy before… and I didn’t want to turn it down. “The basement has more space and is easier to sneak out of in case my parents come home early.”
Because regardless of what he wanted to call it, he absolutely could not sleep here—there was basically no chance of me being able to hide him from my parents when they got home in the morning. Not to mention, he did not need to see me with bedhead yet.
Jude grinned, a mischievous glint showing in his eye. “Got it!” Then he practically ran to the stairs and down into the basement. I stared after him for a second and shook my head in shock. Whatever I’d been expecting after I tweeted him for the first time… it definitely wasn’t this.
Sloane@its_sloane
Help a boy has broken into my house and is forcing me to watch my favourite movies
Call Me Jude@judeturner
Oh noooo. What a shame
Why Are You Following Me@meganwhite0202
Ask him to order a pizza with you
“I can’t believe you brought an entire blow-up mattress,” I said as we “I can’t believe you brought an entire blow-up mattress,” I said as we settled in. It had taken an agonizingly long time for him to blow it up, but I had to admit it was more comfortable than sitting on the bean bag chairs we had down here.
“Well, I didn’t know what we’d be working with,” Jude said. “Here, I brought some pillows too.”
“You broughtpillows?”
“Of course.” He threw two pillows—big, soft pillows—at me. I tucked them behind my head and watched him as he grabbed a couple for himself, along with a comforter.
“Do I want to know why you had all of this lying around your house?”
“How do you know it was all in my house?”
“You did not have enough time between seeing my tweet and getting here to do a full shopping trip.”
“Okay, you’re right,” he said. He put his pillows next to mine and laid down. The mattress dipped, rolling me onto my side so I was facing him. “The truth is, we have all the guest rooms in our house fully stocked. I just raided one of them.”
I tucked an arm under my head. “I want to see your house sometime,” I said. “I really can’t imagine what it’s like.”
