Is Anyone Out There?

Chapter 13

On the way back downstairs, Jake grabs my clothes out from the dryer from last night and we go back to his room. Jake goes to brush his teeth and get ready while I get dressed. I pull on my jeans, but I go to his closet and pull out a Pierce the Veil t-shirt that is way too big on me, but I like it and I don't think that Jake will mind me wearing it today. I knock on the bathroom door and Jake lets me in. "I don't have a toothbrush..." I tell him. 

He hands me his and I take it. I hesitate, but we've kissed, haven't we? It's basically the same as kissing, I think. I brush my teeth as Jake straightens his bangs and hairsprays them in place. I try to hold back a laugh. "What Kitty?" he asks, confused as to why I'm laughing.

"You use more hairspray than I do!" I giggle. He sticks out his tongue at me and unplugs the flat iron. "Hold on, can you do mine while I do my make up?" I ask him. He nods and I get my makeup from my bag. Most girls I know would think that this is the weirdest thing ever and they wouldn't let any guy near them with a flat iron. But, Jake knows how to use one and he won't burn me, I hope. 

I come back into the bathroom and lean forward, placing my elbows on the counter so that  I can steady myself. I inspect myself in the mirror while Jake clips up the top half of my hair so that he can work on the bottom. The bruise she gave me is almost gone, it's so faint now that you'd only be able to see it if you knew about it. I guess that's a good thing about my body, it heals fast.  

I put on a light layer of foundation and powder, not wanting to cake it on now that there isn't anything to hide. I move to my eyes and put on gold eyeshadow and then eye liner. "Are they even?" I ask Jake, pointing at the little triangles on the corners of my eyes that I am about to turn into cat eyes.

"Yep," He's done with the bottom half now and is brushing the knots out so that he can continue on. I fill in the triangles and then lengthen my eyelashes with mascara. I'm done now so I wait for Jake to finish.

He moves all my hair over one shoulder and his fingers slide across the bare skin of my neck. I shiver as I feel his lips make contact with my skin. "Nice shirt," he chuckles and his breath travels across my skin. "It looks nice on you," he then kisses where my shoulders meet my neck up to the soft skin behind my ear. I try to hold back a moan.

I don't want to do this. I am enjoying it... and it's not like I don't trust Jake. Because I do. It's that I don't trust myself. I don't want to screw everything up. I quickly turn around to face him and peck his lips, taking the flat iron out of his hands and whipping back around to finish off my bangs. 

Jake looks at me, a bit of sadness in his eyes, but I know that he understands. "If it looks that nice on me, then I might just keep it," I grin, trying to keep the mood happy and change attention from what just happened. 

He smiles and kisses my cheek. "I wouldn't stop you," he winks and walks out of the bathroom. I switch the power on the flat iron to off and position my hair then hairspray it in place. I unplug it and leave it on the counter to cool down. 

I follow after Jake, who is slipping on a pair of Vans. I look at my shoes, which are still sopping wet from last night. "What shoe size are you?" he asks. I tell him I'm a 7 and he nods. "I've got a pair of shoes for you," he runs upstairs, leaving me to sit on the bed to wait for him. 

He comes back a few seconds later with some pink high tops. Pink isn't really my color, but I take them graciously and tie them up. "You can keep them if you want," Jake says. "Case won't miss them," 

I shake my head. "No, I can't keep them. They’re hers. Isn't that like stealing?" 

Jake laughs. "Consider it a gift. I promise, she hasn't worn them in a year. They're practically brand new,"