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----Ch.6 Tomorrow Morning-----

You wake up to your head pounding like a drum. You hiss in pain and roll deeper into your pillows. Why does your head hurt so badly? You didn't even drink anything last night. Roxy blasted off with shots, but you only drank water.

You could go for some water now. Your throat is really dry. Getting water means getting up though. Water would probably help your headache though.

With an irritated groan, you roll to the side of your bed. Head still stuffed into the mattress, you let your feet hang off the edge. With one more groan, you push off the bed. Your usual method of getting up in the morning is rolling to the floor. It makes it easier for you to wake up when the surface isn't as comfy. You have wooden floorboards, and they tend to be very uncomfortable.

Seeing as you are expecting wooden floors, you are jerked into immediate alertness when you do not get them. You land with a heavy flop onto a surface that is warm and more soft than the floor. Soft like skin.

Of course, your landing pad is quickly jerked awake as well. You would be too if you woke up to somebody falling on top of you. The person lets out a surprised shout, and you scream and throw yourself back. You land on your butt, and watch as the person sits up. You are pretty sure you're having a nightmare.

Jake English has a somewhat drowsy, somewhat shocked look. His glasses sit on your bed side table and he puts them back on his face. You watch the whole process, mouth agape and heart beating quickly. Your head still hurts, Jake English was sleeping on your bedroom floor, you can't remember last night.

You fail to notice you are still staring at Jake. Words cannot form on your lips, but there are tiny little squeaks. Jake yawns and then meets your gaze. He's not sure what to make of your current speech issues.

"(y/n)? You alright there?" He questions.

Something about his voice manages to get you back on track. You send a glare his way and your face heats up.

"What the fuck are you doing in my bedroom?" You shout. Jake cocks an eyebrow, and then a devious smirk spreads over his features.

"I brought you home last night. You called me."

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

You don't remember him bringing you home. You don't even remember him being at the party! You don't actually remember coming home either though. You don't remember much past Roxy disappearing with some random guy.

"That must have been some wild party last night. You were high as fuck when you called me." Jake explains.

You search your mind for some kind of memory of last night. You kind of recall feeling really weird after you finished your water. You didn't drink anything else. Could somebody have spiked it when you weren't looking?

"You took me home?" You finally ask in a slightly confused manner.

Jake nods.

"You know, you're a lot nicer when you're high." Jake teases.

You growl and smack the boy up side his head. He bursts into laughter and you find yourself blushing. He sounds almost childish, and it's kind of lightening.

Your eyes widen and you quickly look away from Jake. What the bloody hell were you just thinking? You were thinking Jake was pretty cute is what you were thinking!

Just because he was kind enough to take you home, doesn't mean he's good! He could have done anything to you while you were sleeping! Maybe he had his own motivation for it!

Regardless of how angry you want to be, you're having your doubts. There's something deep inside of you that's telling you nothing happened. You think you may actually trust him...

"D-did we...um... I mean, did you, or we-"

"Bloody fucking dickens (y/n)! Spit it out." Jake laughs.

"Did we do anything?" You quickly shout, your face tinting even darker. Jake gives you a confused look and then grins evilly.

"Oh yes! We did so much last night!" You feel your heart sink with the words as your jaw drops. You really convinced yourself for a minute. "Oh yeah! You rolled around in the grass for quite a while talking about how much you love me!"

You whip your head back up to face Jake. You grit your teeth and smack him again. He was fucking joking!

"You fucking asshole!" You growl.

Jake grins and suddenly he pulls you towards him. He lowers his face towards yours, and you feel your heart speed up.

"I really like you, ( y/n)." Jake states.

"W-well I d-don't l-like you." You stutter.

Jake sighs and narrows his eyes at you. He looks absolutely serious, and you aren't sure how to deal with this.

"Just give me a chance."

Jake leans even closer, his breath tickles against your lips. He's so close, and you feel so warm. You think you hate Jake, but why are you letting him this close? Maybe it's the truth in his voice? The sincerity in the proposition? The fact that he has come to interest you just as much as you interest him. He's different compared to your original beliefs.

Jake's lips press to yours softly, and you let them. His strong arms wrap around your waist, and yours lift to slither around his neck. He pulls you closer and then pulls apart from the kiss. Jake smiles softly at you, and you can't resist a smile of your own.

Jake leans down to your ear, and you shiver.

"You have morning breath." He states.

You gasp loudly and push Jake away. Stomping to your feet, you glare down at the hysterically laughing boy.

"You jerk!" You shout. You then proceed to stomp to the bathroom for pain killers and a tooth brush. Like his breath was any better!

-----Time Skip: Five Years Later-----

You are sitting backstage at one of Jake's band's shows. They've got some pretty good music, and you will never tire of hearing Jake's accent added to his lyrics. You'd be here even if the music was bad though. You're Jake's girlfriend, and even though the music is a side hobby, it means a lot to him.

Of course, Dirk is in the band. He's got the guitar covered. Jake's cousin, Jade Harley, plays the bass. Dirk's younger brother, Dave, takes over the drums and occasionally backup vocals. Then there's the ever nerdy punk, John Egbert, on every other instrument the band needs. The kid is a natural. He's a friend of Dave's.

You think of John and Dave, still in highschool. You were a senior when you started dating Jake. You have graduated since, and now you're in college as a (college major) major.

It's been five years, and Jake is still an asshole. Of course, you've picked up a few methods to countering his antics. You'd be driven crazy if you didn't.

You bob your head to the current song, head lost in thoughts of Jake. Your head stops when the music stops, but you are still spaced out. You only come back to reality when you hear your name over the speakers.

"Jake and his girl, (y/n), have been dating for five years now!" The voice is Dirk's.

You look at the stage to see Dirk at the mic with Jake beside him. Jake takes the mic.

"That's very true, and I'd actually like to call (y/n) up here now." Jake states with a grin. He looks to the side of the stage and his eye lock directly onto you. Your eyes narrow, and you glare coldly.

What is Jake up to? You told him you'd go to every one of his shows as long as you didn't have to go on stage with him. You still hate the idea of spotlights. Why is he calling you up?

Jake holds his hand out, and you realize you have no choice as the crowd applauses and shouts. Growling slightly, you get up from your seat and walk onto the stage. As you appear, the audience becomes even louder.

You may hate spotlights, but you know how to work them. You send a bright smile out to the audience as you walk to Jake. You place your hand in his and he pulls you to his chest.

You continue smiling, but you start a conversation with Jake out of the corner of your lips.

"What the fuck is this Jake?" You hiss.

"Just give me a second." Jake replies using the same speech method. Your smile twitches, but you keep it up.

"So as Dirk said, (y/n) and I have been dating for five years now! She's a real trooper putting up with me!" Jake jokes to the mic. The crowd laughs, and you nod your head to agree. "I have something pretty important to ask now, before this girl comes to her senses." Jake lets go of your hand and you cock a brow at him. What kind of question is so important he had to call you on stage.

Suddenly, Jake kneels down on one knee. You freeze instantly, your jaw drops, and your chest clenches. Jake, smirking, pulls a little velvet box from his jacket pocket. He presents the box to you, and opens the top to reveal a simple, but lovely ring.

"(y/n), will you marr- woah!"

Before Jake can even finish his sentence, you tackle him to his back. You litter his face with kisses as tears start to flood your eyes. Between every peck, you repeat one simple word.

"Yes!"