Take Me In (Jack Johnson)

02.

I woke up the next morning with the biggest headache of my life. I winced in my bed as I sat up and glanced around the room.

The sun was shining through the window, casting it's ray onto the floor and illuminating the carpet, making the dust floating around the room visible. Laying in the bright ray on the floor, snoring so loudly was Nate, just adding to my headache. He had one hand resting behind his head and the other on his stomach, hair a mess and pants pulled halfway down his legs. I just assumed he had to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night and was too tired to pull his pants back up before crashing. I was refusing to think anything else.

"Slob," I muttered, grabbing one of Jack's pillows and throwing it on the man lying on the floor, hoping it would make him wake up. Instead, it bounced from his chest to his pelvic area, nicely covering him up.

Proud of myself, I lifted one leg out of the bed, and then the other, standing up when I was completely sure I was able to balance.

I could hear talking in the kitchen, so headed in that direction. On the way, I admired the pictures hanging on the walls of the short hallway. There weren't many, but the ones that were on there had sentimental value. Pictures of Jack and I at our senior prom, me in a turquoise dress and him in a black suit with a tie that matched my outfit. Pictures of our families that were taken when we were smaller, you know, the ones that every family gets professionally taken. There's a candid picture of me on the beach and one of Jack walking our dog Milo before he got ran over by a car when he got out one night.

There were bits and pieces of my life with Jack all over our one bedroom apartment. Dirty clothes in the hamper by the door of the bathroom, overflowing with both of our clothes, shoes sitting by the front door in a scattered way, his keys hanging on the wall in the living room next to the door, my purse sitting on the table next to the door.

I walked into the kitchen, smiling at Jack and Shawn, passing Cassie who was still passed out on the couch.

"Goodmorning, baby, hope you liked your surprise from Nate." Jack grinned, blonde hair ruffled, white t shirt wrinkled from sleep, eyes still tired. He was at the stove, cooking eggs, bacon and french toast. He lifted the pan from the stove and set it on a different warmer so it could cool off before coming over to kiss me on the cheek.

I nodded, moving towards the table, patting Shawn's shoulder as I passed him, "oh, yeah, because every girl wants to wake up and see Nate Maloley's dick just sitting there in the sun like some kind of angel."

The boys laughed at this comment, because we all knew that many girls wanted to see Nate's penis. As an up and coming rapper, he has been getting a lot more attention from the female species than he did when we were in high school together.

"Do you work today?" I asked Shawn, "or are you going to class?"

"I have a couple classes today, definitely have to go to them. It's nearing the end of the year and I heard that they always have fun projects to do. And, also, I can't afford to skip anymore classes for you jerks. I paid to go there and learn more about the stuff I love, to get a degree in it, and I shouldn't be letting you guys get in the way."

I smiled at him and nodded in agreement. Shawn was going to a University to study music and he is actually so good at it. Out of the five of us, I really think he's going to go the furthest with his career. He has the most amazing voice. One time Nate asked him why he didn't just use the internet to become famous like he did, and Shawn answered by saying Nate's looks helped him get there and since Shawn didn't think he was attractive enough, he didn't think he'd get far on the internet, which is so not true. We tried to tell him this multiple times, but he never listened. He said he was going to college and if that's what he wanted to do, then who were we to stop him?