"Buy me chocolate every day, then I won't tell a soul about what I saw." Jameson said as he grinned widely with his hands on his hips.
I told him not to tell our parents about what he saw at the front door. Dean and I kissing.
I wanted to smack his head. "You'll get diabetes, do you know that?"
"Hmmm." He rubbed his chin like an old man and I wanted to kick him. "Okay, okay. Every three days. How about that?"
"No." I said.
"Okay." He turned around. "Mom!" Jameson called and my heart stopped as I ran to him and placed my hands on his lips, sealing it so tight.
"What are doing!?"
Jameson smacked my arm and I let go of him. "Telling mom."
"Fine. Every four days."
"Mom!" Jameson called, louder.
"Jameson! Why are you so loud?" Mom said who appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Fine! Th
