Nephophile

WHAT IS THAT?

Jane finally arrived at her house. It was nearing 5am. The sky was tinted orange as the stars began to fade away slowly. The sun slowly rose from the horizon.

Jake had heard her car coming in. He waited at the door for her. He watched her approach the door with bags in her hands. The wind had strewn a few of her already disheveled hair in her face. A smile crept onto his face at this sight.

He held the door open when Jane was just about to ring her doorbell. Her pink stained cheeks and big surprised hazel eyes stood out to him first. "Need a hand?" He offered to help, to which she declined.

"I got this." She said with a blank face.

"Okay, miss, Independant." He said and stood aside for her to enter. When the door closed, a cold shiver ran down Jane's spine. Jake saw that she was cold. "Can I turn up the heat?" He asked. She nodded, and he smiled.

"I got us some food. Do you want some?" Jane offered. Jake answered as quickly as the question came. "Sure."

Jane went into the kitchen and started preparing breakfast. A few minutes later, she dished up and stopped in her tracks. She could hear Alexa hurling her guts out in her living room. She groaned at the thought of cleaning up the vomit. Her eyes fell back on the food. Although she was hungry, she no longer had an appetite. Her face scrunched at the sound of Alexa's stomach's content spilling on the floor.

Shortly, Jake joined her in the kitchen, mirroring her face. "You still hungry?" Jane asked.

"Not anymore." He said truthfully.

His eyes grew the size of saucers when he saw the food. "What's that?" He asked. Jane's brows furrowed. She looked at him, confused.

"What's what?" She asked and followed his finger when he pointed towards the food on the tray. "That." He said.

"Breakfast." She said nonchalantly. Amusement swam in Jake's eyes. "Have you ever cooked before?" He asked softly, trying not to anger her. She nodded and stared at him and then the food. "Something wrong with my cooking abilities?" She asked and folded her arms.

Jake didn't know how to explain what was wrong with her food cause he knew she'd be pissed if he mentioned her horrible cooking skills."

"Your, eggs, are still raw..." He said cautiously. Jane eyed him up and down before looking at her eggs. "No, they're not. It's Sunnyside up." She defended.

Jake tried his hardest not to laugh, so he settled on pursing his lips together. When he finally composed himself, he went on. "Your egg white is still runny, and there's a few eggshells here and there. Was the stove even on?" He questioned and masked his laugh behind a cough.

Jane got a little irritated. Her hands rested in her hoodie pockets. Her nails dug into her palms. "Yeah, it was on. I checked." She tilted her head slightly and stared at him. "What else do you find wrong on this tray?" She asked through gritted teeth and feigned a smile.

"Well, your toasts look like they had seen better days. They're burnt to a crisp. The bacon, too. They're as stiff as a ruler. Your sausages look like..." Before he could finish, Jane had cut him off.

"I suggest that you leave. I'm pretty sure you have better things to do. Like perhaps preparing your own breakfast." She said and shooed him away.

Jake had the look of an innocent child as he pursed his lips together. "I didn't mean to offend you, but you were the one who asked what's wrong with your food, and I was just being honest." He said. Jane glared daggers into his head.

"You know where my door is, Jake." She said and grabbed the tray. Angrily, she threw the food in the trash and turned to look at Jake. "This is where it belongs, right. In the trash. Am I right?" She threw the tray on the counter.

Just then, a pop-up came through. Jake fished out his phone and read the message. His brow furrowed in question. He looked up from his phone to look at Jane. "Check your phone." His voice, serious. Confused, she took out her phone and saw a message from her mother. She saw a photo of a wedding invitation. Hers and Jake's.

"What?!" Jane yelled. Her phone landed next to the tray on the counter. "I told you before, and I'll tell you again. We don't have to go through with this." Jake said to an upset Jane. "I know, and I won't let my family bully me into doing something that they want. I'll not go down that road ever again. It's time for them to learn. That it's either my way or no way at all." She said with a big huff.

Jake saw how worked up she got over the wedding. He thought her anger was directed towards her parents, but somehow felt that some of that anger might be directed towards him. Curiosity got the better of him. "So is it really that bad if you got married to me?" He asked with a raised brow.

Jane stared at him blankly. "It's not you. All my life, they have ignored my existence. Now I have to dance to their tune? Now that they "need," me, I'm suddenly visible. They can force Joshua to marry. I won't!" Angrily, she said. Her head tilted. Her eyes bore into Jake's. "Why would you ask me something like that? I thought you didn't want to get married. Don't tell me you're changing your mind?" She asked.

Jake stalked closer to her. His arms caged her in between the counter and himself. Their eyes met. An intense stare down happened between the two. Neither willing to back down. Jake smirked and tilted his head. "I'm not." He smiled. "But..." His smile dropped, and his face grew serious. He stared into Jane's hazel orbs. "I'm not really sure if your anger is just directed at your parents. I think..." Abruptly Jane cut him off.

"You think I'm also mad at you?" She asked. Jake stared at her and said nothing. He studied her eyes. Hoping she'd give away something, anything in those hazel eyes. To his surprise, her eyes gave away nothing, and he felt rest assured that her anger was not directed at him. A smile formed on his face. He nodded. "Prove it." Jake said with a playful glint in his eyes.

"Prove what? That I'm not mad at you?I'm not mad at you..." She said with an arched brow. "Yes, prove it." Jake cut her off.
Her face scrunched in confusion. "How?" She asked, perplexed.

Jake pushed himself upwards and straightened his spine. A tender smile on his face. "Meet me noon at my house. " With that, he left. Jane stared at his retreating form with confusion.

Alexa's cough brought her back to her reality. She still had to clean up Alexa's vomit, and at that, she groaned as she grabbed a bucket and a mop.

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Hallooooooooo. This chapter is just a filler. I wasn't feeling well but still felt the need to finish this chapter. Hope it's good. Enjoy🤸‍♀️