Chapter 18
Pierre's POV
"Aish! Don't wake me up yet!"
Tsk. Still the same. Baek doesn't like to be woken up by anybody. Maybe except for his mom. Whenever we have a sleepover, he uses the whole bed-my bed. Keaton and I settle for sleeping bags on a thin mattress on the floor.
I shook his body one more time. He hates that. "Baekie...Baekie...."
With closed eyes, he threw a pillow at me. "GO AWAY!"
I heaved a sigh as I clasped my hands on my waist. Do I admit defeat like always?
No.
I climbed on the bed and placed my leg over the blanket covering him and trapped him under it. He's like a burrito wrapped by me.
"Baekie..."
"Baekie..."
"Baekie...
...if you don't get up, I'll kiss y---mmffffff!!!!
He shoved a pillow in my face! Oh, well. He got up. Good.
"Still a pervert, Pierr
