Facade - Jacob Elordi

twenty-four

I woke up to banging in the kitchen, pots and pans sizzling over the stove eye. For a second, I didn't realize where I was until I felt a shuffle behind me and an arm wrapped loosely around my waist. I fell asleep with Jacob wrapped around me all night. During no hour did I wake up. My body shot up in fright, seeing Wesley cutting up apples and frying them in a pan.

"Morning, sunshine," He greeted me as he stirred things around in the pan.

Oh my god. He saw us tangled together.

"Good morning," I said trying to avoid the elephant in the room. Jacob was slowly turning on the couch as I stood up. I'm sure the blanket lifting sent a cold rush of air on his bare chest. He smacked his lips and rubbed his eyes.

"Sleep well?" Wesley teased as he raised his brows. I mouthed a quick 'don't' and responded with a simple 'yes.'

I wondered how Wesley felt about seeing us together as the first sight of his morning. He didn't seem to care as he happily cooked breakfast. I assumed he didn't want to embarrass me too much, but I felt the need to talk to him later. Wesley is someone I think I could trust with my feelings about Jacob— whatever they are.

"You didn't see anything," I warned in a soft whisper next to him, scared of the wrath of Barry if he found out. Hell, I don't even know how Jacob feels about it all. He was the one to tell me to stay, but his mood could change in an instant. It's best for my luck if I forget it ever happened.

"Want some fried apples?" Wesley asked as he cooked a classic Southern treat. They did smell delicious. Their caramelized sweetness mixed with cinnamon and butter filled the small apartment.

"Let me change and brush my teeth. They look fantastic," I complemented him as I traveled to my room that I've only been in for a couple hours total since being here. It was so empty and cold feeling. This clearly was a place they didn't put much time into. I wonder if they have properties like this just so they have somewhere to stay while making deals. It has the bare minimum, just enough to be able to stay the night and leave the next day.

I came back out to the kitchen to see Jacob nowhere to be seen. There was just Wes sitting at the kitchen counter eating his apples. I laughed at his humbleness.

"Let me get a taste," I asked as he slid a bowl already prepared for me over to me on the other side of the counter.

"They're just like how my grandma made them... well kind of," He shrugged as he shoveled another bite into his mouth.

I took a bite, reminiscing at the taste because we share that in common. My grandma would always have fried or baked apples included with breakfast. It was sweet how he kept that part of his past alive.

"Mmm," I hummed as the sweetness rolled over my tongue. "You're going to have to make these all the time."

"Found some apples at the farmers market this morning," He mentioned. "Made me think of it."

"It's executed perfectly," I nodded as I sat there with him devouring the dish. "Where's Jacob?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," Wesley joked as he threw his bowl in the sink.

"Oh shut up," I said with red cheeks. "It's just a question."

"A question that you would have never asked a month ago. If anything, you'd rejoice not seeing him for a moment. Now, you're sleeping on the couch with him. What's going on?" He spilled, wanting the full explanation of the situation between the two of us.

"Nothing is going on. We just fell asleep watching a movie," I lied, not feeling that bad since he also kept a huge secret from me as well.

"Yeah. Sure," He shook his head. "I'd be careful."