Eternal Love

Welcome

(Ugh I cringe at this chapter again I wrote this three years ago and this is the very first edit. This story was completely done and had been edited four times before it was deleted. I'm posting it for those who have asked about it. It will be changing the plot will stay the same for the most part.) Names might change. We will see)

Where is Stormie?" Emily asks Derek. "Changing. She said this felt like something she should change for," he said, laughing.  "Aw, you hear that brother? We are something worth changing for," she says with a smile. Jake rolls his eyes. "Y'all have a nice house," Jake says. Derek looks around. "Yeah." I sort through my clothes. My goodness, when did I get so many black clothes?! I think to myself. I look like a Gothic queen. 

I sigh and decide to put on my black and red dress.  It wasn't too fancy but a bit nicer than I normally dressed. Now I feel silly. I check myself in the mirror. I make my way downstairs. "Aw, this is cute. Is that Stormie as a baby?" Emily asks. I blush, entering the living room. "Yes, that is her," Derek says. "Wow, your hair was so light," Emily says. I nod. Jake is sitting on the couch. He seems lost in thought. I had put his jacket back on.

I am not sure why. I do like having it. It makes me feel special for some reason. I talk with Emily and Derek for a bit. I feel someone's eyes on me. I look over. He is staring at me. He gets up, coming over towards us. My heart is racing.  "So... Em, you said you were sneaking some drinks?" he says. She smiles. "Right... Let's see, I brought wine coolers, since you've never really drank before, and vodka for those who have," she says. Jake looks at me again. I feel like such a baby.

I have never skipped school, never kissed a boy... or drank... Why would someone like him, especially with his past, want someone like me?! I think to myself. Maybe Kayla is right. Ugh, did I really just think that? We make our way to the kitchen. I sit at the bar, watching Derek mix drinks. "You can tell this isn't your first rodeo," I say.  He laughs. "Definitely not, little sister," he says. Jake hands me a wine cooler. "I worked really hard on this so I hope you like it," he says.

A smile is on his face. I love his smile. I want him to always smile. "How kind of you," I say. "I will cherish it". We laugh. We decide to take the drinks to Derek's room just in case my dad comes home. We sit on the floor. Thank goodness I put shorts on just in case. "Your room is so neat," Emily says. "Yeah... I am the not the tidy one," I say.  Derek laughs. "You take after Mom with that," he says. Jake is looking down at his cup. He looks at me. I can't quite read his expression. 

"Y'all are OK with crashing here right... seeing as we are drinking," Derek asks them. They nod. We sit in silence for a moment.  "Shit" I say. They all stare at me. "We... are supposed to read a poem to class... or write one to read... about something," I say. Jake smiles. "I think someone is feeling a little buzzed," he says. Emily smiles and nods. "Yay, we got my new best friend tipsy!" she exclaims. They laugh. I do feel a little light headed. Did I eat today? When was the last time I actually ate? "Oh, I want to show you our dad's car collection," Derek says to Emily. She blushes a little.

"Will you guys be OK alone for a bit?" she asks. Jake nods. "Are we ever actually alone?" I say. They give me a weird look and laugh. "How many have you had?" Derek asks. I hold up 3 fingers, trying to make one a half. He shakes his head. "You could just say three and a half" he says, laughing. They head down the hall. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Emily calls up to us. I look at Jake. He looks a little uncomfortable.

  "I have no idea what that is," I say.  He smiles, laughing a little. "I see you're still wearing my jacket," he says, his eyes doing something I don't understand.  I swallow, my breathing becoming a little faster. I can hear my heart. "Y... yeah, I guess I was still cold," I say, rubbing my arm. "Keep it, it looks good on you," he says. My heart starts doing flips. Calm down, I think to myself. "Thanks," I say.