Don't Jump

Chapter 11

The next morning I woke up to the smell of sausage and pancakes. The aroma of my Vanilla Coffee soon following. I smiled to myself when I realized that someone made my favorites! I yanked my covers back, throwing my feet to the floor. The cold wood tingled the soles of my feet as I waltzed to my closet. I pulled on my gray sweats with 01 on the right hip. I matched them with a blue cami top before shoving my feet into my pink house shoes.

I skipped down the stairs, grabbing the banister at the bottom to turn. Brooke stood at the stove flipping pancakes. Jackson was pouring glasses of orange juice, and to ny surprise Zach was clutching on to a phone book while flipping through the yellow pages.

"Morning guys." I said chirpilly while walking to the cabinet with the coffee cups.

"Morning Ry." (Jackson)
"Hey hun." (Brooke)
"Mornin." (Zach)

Everyones responses echoed through the house at once making a smile break across my face. "Finally!" Zach yelled exasperatly as he held up the phone book. "Finally what?" Everyone looked at him like an alein with our eye brows drawn together in confusion. "I found the morgues number. Duh." I spit my coffee out and started choking like an idiot. I could feel the stares burning through my back as I crouched over trying to catch my breath. "Your not acctually killing me! For fucks sake, we agreed on faking my suicide! Do you know the meaning of faking?" I asked after my coughing fit was over. Everyone looked at me in confusion before snickering, which in return became a full on double over laugh from all my 'friends' who thought killing me was a great idea.

"N-no Ry! H-his aunt works t-there." Jackson said between gasp of air. I let out a breath of releif. "But what does that have to do with anything?" I asked tilting my head slightly to the right. "Well she agreed to help fake it. She even said she woukd arange a fake funeral to make it more beleivable. But first you need to write a will for a closed casket so your mom doesnt get to choose." Zach said. My mind whirled in realization. My mother. She will have to bury her baby, she will think im gone and will never get to see me again. When in complete reality I am only a few hours away. Deciding not to dwell to much I shook away the thoughts. "Thanks. Im sure it will help."

I nodded my head and grabbed a plate of pancakes and a couple peices of sausage. I took the remander of my coffee-what didnt get spit out, to the table with my plate. "This is amazing." I mumbled around a mouthful of sausage. "Jackson made it." I heard Brooke say after taking a drink of oranje juice. I noticed Zach wouldnt talk while eating- well more accrately couldnt with as fast as he was eating. "Lugnut. Cooked. This?" I asked in pure disbeleief. "Yea. Acctually I have always wanted to be a chef." He said with a slight chuckle.

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That night we all cudled around the TV watching Grown-ups. Brooke and Zach were cuddling and laughing on the couch, while I was sprawled out across the floor tangled in covers. Jackson was sitting in the chair with his head propped up in his hand, softly snoring. "Hey guys, I think I am going to bed. Will you lock the door before you come upstairs?" I said while walking towards the door way. "Sure 'Night." I nodded my head before stumbling up the stairs and into my bedroom.

JACKSON POV!!!

I woke up in the chair with the end credits rolling up the screen from our movie. Zach was clutching onto Brooke but she looked like she would roll off the couch any minute. I laughed quietly to myself before standing up and stretching. I went upstairs deciding on a quick shower.

When I walked out of the bathroom I could hear a faint shuffling in Rylin's room. As I walked closer I could hear her quietly screaming 'No' but her cries sounded distant and pleading. I softly pushed open her door. She was squirming around on her bed kicking and screaming. Cautiously I walked to the edge of her bed and stooped down to her level. I couldnt understand what she was saying very well, but every now and then I would her say 'no' or the random 'please'. It broke my heart to see the tears falling freely from her eyes, instead of her guarding and wiping them away. She looked so vulnerable.

"Ry wake up, Its just a dream." I mumbled quietly into her ear while shaking her gently. A few seconds later and her eyes snapped open. She scanned the roon with a freightned look on her face before locking her green eyes with my brown ones. She let out a breath of what I assume releif. "Did I wake you?" I heard her soft voice mumble. Immediatly my head shook no. "Actually I just got out the shower." She nodded her head in understanding. "Do you wanna talk about it. If you do im all ears." I said in the same voice I used with Brooke when she was little. It would always get her to tell me what was wrong, but I wasnt so lucky with Ry. Instead she shook her head no and rolled over. I took that as my cue to leave, shutting the door softly behind me.

Okay so that chapter 11! Thanks to everyone who has participated in this story. Your all amazing! Vote, comment and I will mention you at the end of chapter 12! Thanks guys ~Bre