My eyes widen as they meet the brunette on the floor cradling his cheek. I trail my eyes over the scene in front of me. Joe’s chest is heaving up and down and his eyes look ready to kill.
“Why would you do that?” I ask throwing my arms into the air, “I’ll deal with him, can you guys get Mikey cleaned up?”
Jack lets go of Joe who immediately makes his way over to Mikey helping him up. A nod is passed between the two. Joe turns back to me, “What?” He asks as if I have nothing to be mad about. The boys make their way out of the hallway and into the kitchen. Jack stops in the doorway and walks back to us.
“If he didn’t hit him, I would’ve.”
“Why?” I cross my arms over my chest looking at the two boys expectantly.
“Because Y/N,” Joe groans running his fingers through his hair.
“That’s not an answer Joseph!” I shout.
“Y/N, You’re not his to talk like that about,” Jack says, eyes widening when he realizes what he said.
I scoff, “I’m not an object, and what if I liked it?”
“You were uncomfortable,” Jack says rolling his eyes.
“So you hit him?” I ask my chest heaving up and down with emotion.
“Yes!” Joe says exasperatedly, “You’re my baby sister I’m not going to let anyone talk about you like that.”
“And if it was jack?” I ask gesturing to the other man.
“What are you trying to ask me Y/N?” He asks eyes narrowing at me.
I feel tears brim my eyes, “If it was Jack calling me hot would you have hit him?”
“Yes,” He says simply, “Jack and I had a conversation today about how he’s one of the only people who I would trust with you.”
My eyes snap to Jacks guilty ones, “Oh my god.”
“Joe and I talked about how” He trails off looking for the words, “I like you, and that I wanted to ask him permission before asking you out.”
I close my eyes, “I can’t do this right now,” I spin around and walk back into my room.
“You got this one,” Joe claps his hand on Jacks’ shoulder, “I got some apologizing to do.”
As he walks away to meet the others Jack makes his way over to me. I’m sat on the bed knees raised to my chest.
“We need to talk,” I say softly.
“Or we could not?” Jack suggests making me give him a pointed look.
“Let’s try this again,” I clear my throat, “We need to talk about what just happened.”
“But I don’t want to,” Jack groans flopping down next to me on the bed.
“Okay, so I’ll start us off then shall I?”
“Nope! I’ll start,” Jack says sitting up quickly, “So I guess I should start from the beginning.”
“You’re just jealous of us.” You stare at the girls in front of you and snort at their accusation. Jealous? Of what? You were the one who was dating Mark. What did you need to be jealous of?
“Oh honey. I’d never be jealous of you. Why would I need to be? I’m the one dating Mark. And you… you’re just some girl he’d never look twice at.”
The girls in front of you, who had been bullying you for days on end since you transferred to your new school have never shut up so quick at your words. You shrug at them and quickly push past them, out of the bathroom where Mark was waiting for you. You grab his hand and he smiles down at you.
I need to stop drawing and coloring while I’m super sleepy. Everything is funnier in that state ahahhaha.
Why is Pidge upset? Lance tried to squish one of the alien furballs to see if they squeaked. Pidge not amused. Guess which one Lance tried to squish.
The little aliens that Pidge encounters are so cute, I wonder if one is going to tag along with Pidge for fun. The way I drew them makes it seem someone stuck them in a washer and put too much fabric softener (and some look paranoid too lmao).
IT HAS BEEN DECREED THAT STAHL/CORDELIA WEEK SHALL OCCUR FROM THE 16th OF JUNE TO the 22nd OF JUNE. THE DAYS ARE THEMED THUSLY:
DAY 1: First Impressions. DAY 2: Domestic (Married) Life. (AUs are optional) DAY 3: Alternate Universe. (University, Period Drama, anything you want.) DAY 4: Fluff. As much as you can. DAY 5: Birthdays! DAY 6: WEDDING DAY. DAY 7: Waking up together. (Stahl must have morning stubble. it is required.)
(Bonus DAY 8: Smut.)
THE DATE IS DECIDED. THE THEMES ARE SET. MY BODY IS READY. LET US SAIL THIS SHIP INTO THE GOD DAMN STRATOSPHERE.