Scared to love

Chloë's POV

"That's just sad", Matthew says. "Tell me about it", I respond. "That woman didn't teach me anything, on the other hand neither did my father", I continue. "Didn't your parents care for you?", Jake asks. "I don't know, I mean I don't think so. When I was younger I would be with my grandparents like all the time, every free day from school, every break, I would be there. When I would ask them to help me with homework they were like 'you learned it in school so you should know', and they never played with me either they were always too busy or tired for it. So I stopped asking for their attention after a while and when I got older it was like they realised that they messed up. They always asked me if they needed to take a day off of work or if I wanted to do certain stupid things with them, but I was so used to being alone that I declined everything, just like they used to do with me.", I explain. "Sorry I'm rambeling, I never talk about my parents", I add. "It almost sounds like you don't know what love is", Matthew says. "I don't, that's why I'm kind of scared to love, I don't know what to do. Everyone I've ever tried to love cut me off like I never meant anything in their lives", I answer. 

"We won't", Jake says as he looks me in the eyes. "We won't cut you off", he repeats while taking my hand in his. I give him a weak smile and he pulls me closer to him. "Come on roomie, cheer up, you're not getting rid of us any time soon besides I still have things I want you to teach me", Matthew says. I start laughing at his statement and the boys join me. We talk for so long that my eyes are starting to feel heavy. I wake up the next morning in my bed and I wonder how I got there since I don't remember coming into my bedroom yesterday. I try to remember what could have happened last night but without any luck. I get up and see Jake sitting at the kitchen table. "Goodmorning", I say as I go to the fridge. "Goodmorning, did you sleep wel?", he asks. "Yeah can't complain, you?", I respond. "Same", he replies. "How uh, how did I end up in my bed?", I ask when I go sit in front of him while opening my pudding. "I brought you there", he says. "You... brought me? Oh no did I fall asleep on the couch?", I panic. "You fell asleep on him", Matthew says as he leaves the bathroom. "You're serious? Oh God, I'm so sorry!", I almost yell. Jake laughs and tells me not to worry about it.

I sit down on my bed some time later feeling bad for Jake. There's a knock on the door and when I open the door Jake is there. I let him in and he looks around. "I wanted to say that you really don't have to worry about me, I chose to bring you to bed myself, so really don't worry about it", he says as he sits down on my bed. "I know yet I feel like I owe you something now", I reply when I sit down next to him. We look each other in the eye and there suddenly is a tension between us, but it quickly ends when there's another knock on my door. "What's up?", I ask as Matthew opens the door. "Is there any chance that you know how to iron a shirt? I have a presentation tomorrow and we have to dress up for it but my shirt is all wrinkly", he asks. "Yeah I can help you with that, let me wash up first and I'll be there", I say. With that both boys leave my room so that can get dressed.

I help Matthew with ironing his shirt and then tell him to put it on a hanger so that it doesn't wrinkle again. "Thanks, you're a angel from heaven", he says as he looks for a hanger. After that we just enjoy the rest of our weekend before school starts again on Monday. Monday rolls around and the three of us get ready to leave the apartment. Since Matthew and Jake go to the same school, they also ride together. I get in my car after saying goodbye to them and go towards school. I arrive and the first one I see is Alice, who is talking on the phone, probably with Dakota. "Why did you guys leave so early Saturday?", she asks when she sees me. "Because your bestie decided that alcohol would be great to pour all over me", I respond with a hint of sarcasm. "Wait, what? Valerie did that?", she asks in disbelief. "Believe it or not, she did", I respond before walking away from her.