[ 012 - Obama ]
( Word Count - 1450 )
- Written on July 5th 2021 -
• Unedited Because Boohoo •

"Boomer," I groan a little as I lay in my bed and look up at the ceiling because it was more then interesting at the moment rather then the rest of the room. I hear him hum a little so I look over at my phone which is propped up at the head of my bed. "I am hungry." I whine and see a small amused smile grown across his face as he takes another bite from his meal.

"Your Chinese food is on the way," Boomer reminds me and I roll over in my bed to meet his bright blu me eyes with an annoyed him as I pick it up and check the time. I frown a little as I check the website for when my food is going to get here and see that it is just being made which makes me groan.

"It's not fair that you got yours first," I tell him slightly annoyed because it was getting pretty late out already and I just wanted to eat my dinner which I had ordered. I sit up in my bed and lean against the wall, crossing my legs as I scroll through the website.

"How is it not fair?" Boomer asks with a small laugh, clearly amused and I see him continue to eat his food which had been delivered about three minutes ago. His eyes traveled to the monitor in front of him because he was in the process of editing a video for his channel.

"Because I called first," I told him and checked how long it was going to take for the food to get here but see that it wasn't even finished yet so I switch back to the FaceTime call, taking myself off of pause and see him smile. "And," I add and see him roll his eyes a little but the smile doesn't falter. "I suggested it." I tell him because I had been talking about how I was hungry and we both ordered it from different places, getting the same meal but for some reason he got his first.

"Guess my Chinese place is just better." He tells me and I give my phone a dirty look.

"I will fall off this bed right now." I threaten and help looks over with a small grin, taking another bite of his food just to mess with me.

"Ok," He laughs and leans back in his chair, apparently giving up on the video for now as he holds the plastic Chinese container in his hands. "Don't die." Boomer suggests and I roll my eyes at how much he cared for me.

"Wow!" I say dramatically as I look up at the ceiling again and I can see the grin grow on his face  from the corner of my eye because he is a jerk. "Boomer cares for me so much." I say loudly as I change the color of my led lights using the remote out of boredom. I switch it to blue and look back at my phone which makes him laugh a little more.

"Who are you talking to?" Boomer asks me and I scoff a little as if it was a ridiculous question. I toll over in my bed, laying on my chest as I look at my phone again as my stomach growls because I haven't ate anything all day. I had been pretty busy with streaming and editing all day so it had slipped from my mind but now I felt like I was starving or something.

"The ghost." I tell him as I stretch and check the time again. I look out the slits of my window which isn't too far from my bed and see that it's starting to get darker outside as it's almost ten at night.

"Ghostbur?" I hear Boomer scoff a little and look over again to see him take another bite of his food before I roll my eyes.

"Ghostbur died dumb ass." I remind him as I sit up in my bed and give him a little grin. I pull a blanket around myself because it's chilly in my room and I see a smile smirk appear on his face as he glances between me and his food.

"He lives on in my heart dumb ass." Boomer says in a mocking tone which makes me shoot him a small joking glare.

"Sir," I scoff and cross my legs with a small laugh and he only grins in my direction, making a literal point to show me his food before taking another bite. I swear to god if he finishes his food before me then I will be very angry. "Like you have a heart." I grin and the smile falls off of his face.

"Wow," He says dramatically and I can't help but laugh a little as I hide my face. "That's just mean." Boomer tells me and laughs a little as we even though he was trying to act like he was upset. I lay back down and glance over at my phone to see him already looking at me.

"I know," I tell him with a small tired sigh and look up at my ceiling. We stay silent for a few minutes and I let out a little yawn before I look over at the map which covers a pretty large section of one of my walls. There are small red stickers on the spots where I hope to visit someday and I study it from a distance in silence. "I miss Obama." I tell him with a small face and he practically choked on his food.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Boomer asks as he tries to recover from his choking fit at my random comment about the now ex president of his country across the sea. I grin a little and roll over in my bed to face him.

"If Obama was standing outside of my house right now,"

"Why would," He cuts me off and I have to keep myself from giggling at how in shock he sounds. I run a hand through my long hair as he rolls his eyes at my little grin. "You live in England." Boomer reminds me as if I had forgotten I lived across the ocean. I am very well aware that I live in the superior country and will continue living here.

"Does Obama own a mansion?" I ask Boomer because it is a rather good question and he gives me a small look of confusion.

"How the fuck am I," Boomer stops halfway through the sentence as if he had just started thinking about the question I had asked. "Wait, does he?"

"I don't know!" I shout, throwing my hands up into the air with a grin frowning across my face as he seems to try and think about it. "He was your president." I laugh a little and Boomer sighs at how amused I was at the conversation we were having.

"Why would I know if he had a mansion?" He asks me with a small laugh and I lean back against the wall which is next to my bed with a tired grin across my face. "He had the White House." Boomer recalls and I nod a little even though it wasn't the answer I was exactly looking for.

"Ok but like," I look back over at him and raise my eyebrows which he mocks. I try to keep myself from laughing again as he does so but keep looking into his bright blue eyes. "Is my mans rich rich or just rich?" I ask and he scoffs.

"Google it," He tells me and I make a face.

"No, you do it." I say tell Boomer and he shakes his head no.

"Why can't you do it?" Boomer asks me and only a second later do I hear a knock at my front door. My face lights up and I look out the window of my room, smiling brightly when I see that I was right.

"Coming!" I shout over my shoulder as I climb out of my bed, looking at Boomer with a bright smile as I do so. "Because," I grin as I grab my Philza Minecraft hoodie, that I had technically stolen from Tommy since it was too small for him, off my chair and throw it over my head as I bounce on my heels. "My Chinese just got here." I tell him and he laughs a little but as I leave the room I can hear him typing the question into his keyboard.