Smoke And Mirrors

•Thirteen•

My eyes fling open, spontaneously awake. Jake was loosely curled next to me, his arm draping over my torso. I close me eyes and slowly slide off the bed and onto the floor. I peak over the mattress and look a him.
His hair was half over his face—the rest on the pillow. His lips parted, showing his two front teeth, even though he doesn't breathe through his mouth when he sleeps.

That wasn't a dream

I grab my robe and tie it tightly around my waist, snatch my phone from its charger and run downstairs to my kitchen where I call Tasha.

She picks up, "Girl, it's 7:00 in the fucking morning. What are you calling for?"

"We had sex," I blurt out.

"You and who?" She asks.

"Jake. Me and Jake." I press my lips together.

"...YOU HAD MAKE UP SEX?!" She yells, making me hold the phone away from my ear so they wouldn't bleed.

"Shh! I don't want your whole neighborhood to know I fucked my ex."

"Was it good?"

"That's a stupid question Tasha."

"Ooo, when was this?" She squeals.

"Last night, he slept over." I groan and cover my face.

"Oh my god, I can't believe this! Ooooo you've got to tell me all about this!" Tasha rambles on and on about how excited she was to hear about it.

A pair of arms wrap around my waist and grabs the phone, "Bye, Tasha."  Jake hung up.

"You didn't have to hang up." I look back at him.

He kisses my shoulder, "You didn't have to tell her about your sex life."

I blush, "Jake, why are you acting like everything is okay with what we did?"

He stops and rests his his chin on my shoulder, "I guess I don't want to think about the repercussions."

I nod, "Yeah. We should talk about it though." I pull away and see he's wearing my sweat pants.

I press my lips together, "Jake..." I try not to laugh.

"Do you not like them? They are so in right now," He did a girly voice.

"You could've put your pants back on."

"Eh," he shrugs, "I didn't want to put in jeans." He sits on the couch, "So then let's talk."

"Promise we won't yell at each other?" I sit next to him.

"As long as you promise."

"I promise I won't."

"Then let's talk." He crosses his legs, the sweatpants squeezing against his thighs.

"We haven't talked to each other in months, how are you?"

"Good."

I read his relaxed expression, "Really?"

He smiles a little, "No, but it's nothing bad."

"What is it?"

His smile fades, "I'm scared I won't be able to make it."

"Make it where?"

"Into thee uh-" he clears his throat, "Music industry? Yeah, I think it was stupid of me to believe I could do that because it's failing me. I'm in debt, it's bad."

I furrow my brows, "I can help you-"

He puts a hand up, "I don't need your money."

"Do you want my money?"