It's Jazz! I'm here to write a bunch of stories about Diggy Simmons! So tell me what you think because I like feedback! Message Up! :D Jetsetter(s) Setting Off
I slipped on a shirt and checked my phone. All I got were text messages from Brianna.
Hey! How’s seeing Diggy going?
Hoe what’s up?
Too busy with your lover to answer your girls texts huh?
Damn I’m lucky for unlimited texting!
Why ain’t you answering?
*light bulb goes off* I KNOW WHY! You’re too busy gettin’ it in ;)
OMG! I need to tell ryan!
Then Ryan attacked my phone with his texts.
I just got Bries texts….YOU GOT IT IN? :O
How was it?
It was good huh? ;)
It must’ve been because you won’t answer you 2 best friends text messages!
TELL US EVERYTHING TOMORROW! <3
I laughed to myself. Only my best friends would do pester me about this. The only thing is that unlike every other time, I actually did ‘get it in’.
“Who is it?” Diggy asked me as he slipped on his jeans.
“Just Brie and Ryan.” I said.
“Doin the usual huh?” He asked me.
“You could say that again.” I said. I looked up and saw Diggy standing there without a shirt on. I smiled up at him. I got up and wrapped my arms around his neck. I got on my toes and gave him a peck on his lips.
“What was that for?” He asked me.
“For being amazing.” I said. Then he leaned down and gave me a peck on my lips. “What was that for?” I asked him.
“For being amazing.” He said. Diggy took my hand and lead me downstairs. We walked into the very familiar white kitchen. I sat on the counter while Diggy opened up the fridge and pulled out some Coke for us to drink. He walked back over to me and handed me my can. I opened it and took a sip.
“What are we doing now?” I asked him.
“Well I’m starving, so I suggest we make dinner.” He said.
“Let me cook.” I said.
“Why?” He asked me.
“Because you’ll burn it.” I said.
“I won’t burn anything.” He said.
“Yes you will. You’re a terrible cook.” I said.
“I can feel the love right now…not.” He said. I opened up my legs a bit, so then he could stand in between them.
“Of course I love you, but I don’t love your cooking.” I said.
“Well just to prove you wrong I want you to sit here and watch me cook.” He said.
“Can I say my peace?” I asked him.
“Nope just sit there and look pretty.” He said. I then did what I was told. I sat there and watched as Diggy “The Chef” (as he likes me to call him when he’s cooking) started cooking. He ran around the kitchen grabbing things here and there. I wasn’t paying attention most of the time because I was sneaking pictures of him on my phone and I was updating my twitter. I tweeted a picture of him and mentioned him in the tweet.
Look at @diggy_simmons cooking away for me! Mac & cheese is something to slave for xD
After I tweeted that picture Diggys phone made a beeping sound. He picked it up and saw the tweet. He looked right at me. I looked away from him, kicking my legs and pretending to be interested in the wall.
“So I’m cooking for you?” He asked me.
“Yup!” I said.
“Fine then you don’t get any.” He said.
“That’s not fair!” I said.
“Yes it is.” I got off the counter and walked over to him. “Hey you’re breaking the rule!” He said.
“I don’t care. I want food.” I said.
I was lying in bed with Diggy. I was cuddled against his chest. His body heat was keeping me warm. His arms were wrapped securely around me. I could hear his breathing. I kissed his chest and looked up at him. He kissed me nose and looked at me.
“Remember the day you asked me out?” I asked him.
“Like it was yesterday.” He said.
“Ally don’t cry.” Diggy cooed in my ear.
“But they’re right! No one cares for me! The people I call mom and dad now don’t really love me.” I said. My tears were streaming down my cheeks.
“But they do! If the didn’t love and care for you they wouldn’t have adopted you.” He said.
“But it’s not fair Diggy. Everyone else has parents and a proper family. What did I do that was so bad?” I asked. More tears ran down my face. I buried my face in my hands as we sat on the hill.
“You did nothing wrong. God works in mysterious ways and you do have a proper family. So you might not be blood related, but you are related through your heart. They love you. Your older brother and sister loves you and so does your parents. And I bet that your parents are looking down at you right now with a smile because they know that the people looking after their precious girl are fantastic people.” He comforted me. He always did. Ever since the first say I met him when I was brought home from the orphanage. We clicked.
“Thanks.” I said.
“And My family loves you. I love you.” He said. I looked up at him. He looked at me and took my hand in his. “I love you Allyce. That’s why when you want anyone there I want you to call me. I want you to call your boyfriend.” He said. I smiled at him.
“Boyfriend?” I asked him.
“Only if you want me to be.” He said. I then nodded my head.