The Jaws of Life

8

I hear the front door to the cabin open quietly, the hinges still giving it away with a slight squeak. Turning my head I look to see Jaime coming in the door, trying to sneak in quietly. He hasn't seen me yet since its so dark in here, so I shut the screen to my phone to make it even darker and just watch him. He turns his whole body as he closes the door behind him, making sure to do it as slow and quiet as humanely possible.

He starts towards his room, walking slow and quiet. He still has no idea I'm sitting on the couch looking at him, he thinks I'm asleep in bed. Just as he gets passed my room I make my move.

"Hi, Jaime." I say, my voice low and quiet.

"Jesus Christ!" he yells, jumping back. His hand comes to his chest as if he's an 80 year old man who's having a heart attack. "I thought you were in bed!"

"I know." I say between laughs. "Thats so fucking funny."

He flicks on the light switch behind him, and in the light I can now fully see his unamused expression. He's giving me a scolding look, like I'm a child that's acting up instead of just a grown adult who scared the shit out of him in the middle of the night. I just grin back at him, proud of myself.

"You think you're funny?" he says in a dry tone. "I'll get you back, just wait."

I nod at him sarcastically. "I'm sure you will."

"I will." he assures me. His expression changes now, back to his carefree self. "Did you have fun tonight?"

"Yeah, it wasn't bad." I reply. I'm not as big of a people person as Jaime is, but I still do enjoy being around everyone every once in awhile. "My fake boyfriend ditched me, though."

Jaime comes and perches on the corner of the couch. While I was here alone I was sitting with my legs stretched out on the couch in front of me, but now that he's here I fold them into myself just in case he wants to sit beside me. He doesn't even seem to notice, though.

"In my defense I really wanted to stoke the fire." he says to me, grinning. "Anyone else try and ask you out while I was off playing in fire?"

I roll my eyes at him. "No, of course not."

"I wouldn't be surprised if someone did."

"Please, that guy only talked to me because I was one of the only girls there." I point out to him. 

The majority of the people there were the college guys and I highly doubt Drew was going to hit on one of them. Besides that there were four other girls including myself, one of them being Alia who was stuck to Tony all night. As far as selection went, there wasn't really any.

"Thats not why he talked to you and we both know it." Jaime retorts. 

I can feel my cheeks warm up at the implication of Jaime saying I'm good looking. I know he's saying it just to be nice but its nice to hear sometimes. Growing up guys never paid attention to me, they paid attention to Alia. She was all dark hair, dimples and curves in the best places. I, on the other hand, have light brown hair and what I feel is too many curves. I'm also 5'6 which I feel is tall for a woman, everyone else I know is 5'5 and under. I hate that I compare myself, but I can't seem to help it.

"Are you heading to bed soon?" Jaime asks me, changing the subject.

"Hm, probably not." I say. I'm usually a night owl, only getting to bed around 3am. Its a habit I picked up while in university and I never quite got over, but I'm not complaining. I'm perfectly fine functioning on 5 hours sleep each night.

"What were you planning on getting up to?" he asks me.

"I was probably just going to watch something, but if you need full quiet to sleep then I'll just play games on my phone or read a book or something." I say.

"I was actually gonna ask if I could join you." he says to me. "I'm still on a tour sleep schedule."

"Yeah, of course. Want to watch something?" I ask him.

I flick the TV on and hit the Guide to see what's on as Jaime takes a seat beside me. It's an old TV with not many channels on it, so our options are kind of limited. We scroll through all 24 channels we seem to get on the TV before deciding we need to lower our expectations.

"I just don't fuck with horror." I tell Jaime as we start our search over again.

"Figure." he scoffs. I look at him feigning shock which makes him grin at me. "You never liked horror."

"You remember that?" 

"I remember a lot." he says, staring at me. Part of me wonders if Jaime sees in me what I see in him, but when he turns his attention back to the TV I come to the realization that I'm just wishful thinking.

"Breakfast Club is on." Jaime points out to me.

I eye him wearily. "You're into the Breakfast Club? Lame."

"Are you kidding me? I thought Bender was the coolest. I can't believe you don't remember that I used to dress like him when I was 16!"

I look at him, my mouth agape. "Thats who you were dressing like?! I just thought your fashion sense was terrible!"

Next thing I know a pillow is coming flying at my face, hitting me before I can stop it. Jaime pulls back and then whacks me in the arm with it a couple of times before I grab it and try to pull it from him. Instead he ends up pulling it from my grip and hits me over the head a couple more times. I scream for mercy between laughs which seems to work, he finally lets up and jams the pillow beside him on the couch.

"Respect your elders." he says with a grin. "Put the damn movie on if you know what's good for you."

Part of me wants to make fun of his movie again, but I also don't want to spend the rest of my night getting whacked in the head by Jaime with a pillow, so I do as I'm told and put on The Breakfast Club.