Jayjay POV
I woke up to the shrill sound of my phone. Groaning, I reached over and grabbed it.
"Hello?" I mumbled.
"Jayjay? Are you still asleep?" a familiar voice asked.
I squinted at the screen. Keifer. My brain instantly kicked into overdrive.
I glanced at the time—9:03 a.m. Oh no… Hex's things . My stomach lurched. "Right, I can't sleep anymore," I muttered to myself. I ended the call, jumped out of bed, and started getting ready. Shower, dress, brush teeth—the full morning routine in record time.
By the time I reached the stairs, I could hear the faint clatter of dishes. Angelo was already downstairs.
"Morning, Angelo," I said, trying to sound calm.
I looked at Angelo , raised an eyebrow. "Is his room ready?"
"Yes," he replied promptly.
Before he could respond, Aries popped up beside him. "Wait… who's he again?"
I sighed, rolling my eyes. "Find out later, Aries," I said, striding past them.
Outside, Keifer was waiting. I waved. He gave a small nod, the corners of his mouth tilting upward, and I couldn't help but notice… he looked annoyingly calm for someone who had seen me in my chaotic morning state.
We drove to Hex's house.
When we arrived, Luna was already there, supervising, and Aunt Katherine was bustling about. I explained that I was taking Hex to Angelo's house for the next few days. We chatted for a bit, exchanged pleasantries, and then I helped myself to a quick breakfast while Keifer patiently waited.
After eating, we headed straight to Hex's room.
"Under the bed," I instructed. "Two suitcases."
Keifer raised an eyebrow. "And what about his clothes?"
"Pack some of his dresses and uniforms in the black one," I said. "I'll handle shoes and books in the other."
He looked at me with that subtle smirk. "And his gadgets?"
I paused. Gadgets… right. I went downstairs and asked Katherine for a big box. She handed it over like she was used to the chaos.
Back upstairs, I told Keifer to put Hex's headset, laptop, tablet, and controller in the box. "The PS5 won't fit," I added. "Send that straight to the car."
Then I noticed the watches. "Three smartwatches? No… four?" I exclaimed.
Keifer asked casually, "Who bought them?"
I froze. Oh no… right. Three were mine. Luna gave him the fourth. "Ugh… why does a kid need four watches?" I muttered, rolling my eyes.
"And shoes?" Keifer asked, glancing at the mountain of sneakers. "Forty pairs. Which ones?"
I groaned and picked fifteen. Compromise… survival… sanity.
"Boxers?" Keifer asked next, with a teasing tone.
I sighed, exasperated. "Are you serious? Are we packing underwear now?"
Finally, after what felt like a lifetime, we were done.
"Should I add his spray, brushes, creams, sunglasses, and caps?" Keifer asked.
"Yes. Everything," I replied. "And the albums too."
By the time everything was in the car boot, I flopped into the passenger seat. Luna glanced at me.
"Jay, it's 3 already," she said calmly.
"Huh?" I muttered, bewildered.
Keifer groaned. "Why are his bags so heavy? Imagine if we were taking everything he owns."
Luna smirked. "This isn't even everything."
I shot her a look. "Don't act innocent! It's you and Diego! Every time you visit, you bring him something—dresses, shoes, caps—always more gifts!"
"That's life," Luna said cheerfully. "Now go pick up my boy."
Keifer stretched, got into the driver's seat, and muttered, "Shall we?"
I grinned. "Sure."
We climbed into the car, the chaos of packing behind us, and drove straight to Hex's school.