𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆

𝐎𝐍𝐄

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After a long day at work, you finally arrived back home to your cozy apartment. As you entered, you kicked off your shoes, a sigh escaping your lips. Your moment was cut short when the sound of clattering pots and pans came from the kitchen.

"Seriously Jake?" you called out, making your way over to the sound. Sure enough, there was your friend, Jake trying his best to cook something nice up for you without realizing that he was creating a mess in the kitchen.

"What? Can't I be a nice friend and cook you something nice up after work," he responds a small frown forming on his lips.

"You can, but couldn't you have at least tried to not be so loud and messy," you mumbled as you glanced at him and the pots and pans that were now out of their designated areas.

Unfortunately for you, it was one of those days when Jake decided to visit you after work. Not that it was bad you were very grateful for Jake, but he always found a way to make a mess in your kitchen trying to cook something up for you.

The idea was nice but Jake making your food was a big no. You'd always end up ordering takeout for the both of you.

Leaving the cleaning up to him, you made your way out to head to your bedroom to change out of your work clothes. While you were changing Jake had mentioned a sage envelope that had arrived in the mail. Curious you asked him to open it as you prepared yourself for a long needed relaxing night.

"It's for a high school reunion," Jake shouted from the kitchen as you exited your bedroom with blankets in hand.

"Seriously? Don't they usually wait ten years to host high school reunions? Don't you think it's too early, it's only been what.. eight years?"

"I guess they decided to do it two years early, look," Jake says handing you the letter before taking the blankets from your hands as he heads to the living room.

Sure enough, Jake was right. It was an invitation letter for your high school reunion which was being held this Saturday at 11:30 am.

"How'd they get my address?" you mumbled a bit spooked at the thought. Deciding to ponder over it later you placed the letter down on the kitchen counter, you grabbed some snacks and drinks before making your way to Jake who had built a blanket fort for the both of you. You couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm for it.

"So, are you going to the reunion?" Jake asked

"I'm not sure yet"

"You should go it's not a bad idea. What if you run into some friends, wouldn't you rather be there than at home?" he had a point it wasn't a bad idea at all, but you also didn't want to encounter a certain someone there.

"But what if you know who shows up."

"Who?" Jake questioned his brows furrowed. "You know who," you said nodding your head as if the two of you had some kind of twin telepathy.

"No, I don't," Jake responds, his hand scratching his head in thought.

"Seriously? Come on Jake I'm talking about Intak." You groan grabbing a canned soda that was placed on the coffee table.

"Well if he does show up just don't pay attention to him that easy, ever think of that?"

"Wow, I never thought of that. I think you just found a solution to my problem." You respond voice bland expecting him to understand your sarcasm.

"You're right, you should thank me," Jake says smiling at you. Rolling your eyes at him you decided to drop the current conversation and watch the movie Jake had put on.

Eventually, you had gotten tired and noticed Jake hadn't commented something about the movie in a while, you glanced at him noticing that he was sound asleep.

Grabbing your phone that was resting on the coffee table you checked the time seeing it was ten pm. You took a picture of Jake sleeping with one of his hands in the chip bag for blackmail. You placed your phone down beside you as you placed a blanket on the both of you before drifting off to sleep.

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