𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ~𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒎

real madrid

"You're awake. Finally." I heard as I forced my eyes open to see Jobe stood above me.

I looked around confused. This isn't the taxi?

"How-"
"You fell asleep in the taxi." Jobe told me, "I carried you in and got you in your pyjamas. I didn't look I swear."

"It's fine." I sat up on my knees and planted a kiss on his cheek. "Honestly. Thankyou bae."

Suddenly Jobe's phone began ringing, it was Jude.

Jobe sighed and crawled into bed next to me curling into my side as he answered the incoming FaceTime call.

"Yo-" Jobe started,
"JOBE. YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT."
"Mum's pregnant?" Jobe guessed.
Jude side eyed the phone as I began to laugh, "No you dosser surely mum's too old for that. Anyway how's my spanish- Hola, soy Jude!"
"Shite why?" Jobe asked, but by now I had already caught on.
"Which one is it Jude?" I spoke up as I took the phone off Jobe, "Real Madrid, Barcelona or Atlético Madrid?"

"REAL MADRID BABYYYYY!"
Jobe gasped, "No!"
"Yes. That's what I just said bitchass."
"CONGRATULATIONS!" Jobe and I spoke at the same time.
"Okay thanks bye, I think Amethyst is here." With that Jude hung up with anything else.

What a rude cunt.

"Right, get up. Beach day." Jobe told me patting my thigh.