lovers rock | jay kelso

003, calm & quiet(ish) mornings

NARRORATERS POV

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the sound of birds chriping and the glare of the sun peaking through the slightly parted curtains of carmens bedroom is what brought jay out of his slumber. opening his eyes, he began to recognize the bedroom as not his own, but carmens. he had forgotten he slept over, but quickly recollected his memory as he started to adjust to the space around him.

the slight stir of carmen in his arms is what brought him out of his thoughts, causing him to look down. he couldnt help but smile at the girl beside him as the sun shone on her tan skin. this is what one would consider their natural state. in the state where they look rawest and most beautiful.

jay disagreed. he thought carmen looked beautiful no matter what state she was in.

"why are you staring at me?" the girl asked gently, looking up at the boy slightly above her. he had gotten so caught up in his thoughts he didnt even realize she was awake. "i cant look at you?" he asked with a lazy smile. "not in my sleep you weirdo," she teased before rolling out of his arms and stretched her own, looking over at the clock that now read 11:09. "what time did you wake up?" she asked,

"about 20 minutes ago," he answered honestly. "why didnt you wake me up?" she asked, suddenly feeling bad for leaving the boy up by himself. "why would i? you looked so peaceful," she simply shrugged and got off her bed, her bare feet hitting the cold floor, him following after her. "put some socks on," he suggested as he realized the slight yelp that emitted as she came into contact with the ground. "no," she smiled sweetly before opening the door and walking downstairs.

CARMENS POV

as i enter the kitchen, i immediately notice the note on the fridge. walking up to it, i recognize my mothers handwriting as it reads, "gotta head out early, wont be home till later tonight. i left the menus out on the counter." as i look to the left, i notice the menu handouts to the most popular breakfast, lunch, and dinner diners point place can offer.

"you wanna order?" i say, passing the breakfast menu to jay. "sure, what do you want?" he says as he takes the menu from my hands and starts flipping through it. "if i knew i wouldnt have asked you to do it," i say matter-of-factly before opening the hallway closet and grabbing my nail polish. saturday mornings are for new pedicures, and everybody knows that.

walking into the living room i see jay put the phone down, signifying he had ordered. we go sit on the couch and turn on the tv to watch whatever it is that plays at 11:25 on saturday mornings.

the breakfast club.

"what are you doing?" jay asked as he looked at me with furrowed brows. "painting my nails?? duh.." i say in response. it's pretty obvious. "let me do them," he says, taking the prepping pads out of my hands. "are you sure?" i ask, wary on if i really want to put the faith of my soft & perfect feet on JAY. the second dumbest in the group. "yes. now lay back," he instructs, pushing me onto my back and taking my feet onto his lap.

i mean, i should be happy right? i dont have to do any work. i flip through the radio stations on my pretty pink radio and land on the one playing 'a sunday kind of love' by etta james.

this is nice. i watch as jay concentrates, making sure he doesnt get any nail polish on the woven anklet hanging loose on my ankle. the same one thats matching the one on his ankle. the sweet moment sadly gets interrupted by the sound of a camera click and a rally of "awes" following behind it.

opening my eyes and turning to look to the side, i see gwen, nate, nikki, and ozzie standing in front of us. "how did you get in my house?" i ask, genuine concern laced in my voice. "we were knocking on the door and nobody answered. we thought you werent home but then we saw you through the window. probably that loud ass music. anyways, ozzie crawled through your doggie door and let the rest of us in." she says casually.

"there was also a man outside holding this," ozzie says, holding up a bag with different shaped containers inside. oh, the food.

"cmon, jay the food is here," i say trying to free myself from his grasp. "no wait, im almost done." he says, sounding extremely concentrated. i seriously havent seen him look up once since he started. "are you serious babe jay and carr arent even together and hes painting her nails. you wont even hold the door open for me," nikki complains before stomping off, making nate chase after her with a million justifications. something about it messing with his manly hood, which caused jay to look up in offense.

nonetheless, he continued.

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" i am an artist!" jay exclaims with a proud smile as he carry's me into the kitchen, earning a round of applause from everyone else. "can you put me down now?" i ask as sweet as possible. "no. you'll mess them up" he says as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. he sits me down on the counter as he goes to dish out the pancakes.