I Know You Feel The Same Way.

Chapter 23 - enough said

(Jeffrey's POV)

"Um..alright." Skylar mumbles, opening the door for me. "I'll just go get some bowls then."

"Skylar." I say, she turns to me, confused. "You're sick. Go lie on the couch. I think I can find my way around a kitchen." I chuckle, she gives me a half-smile as she grabs a blanket and lays across the couch. I search through every single dang cabinet and find nothing but spoons, cups, and plates. This kitchen is so perfectly organized, so why can't I find a bowl. Just one. I finally come to the dishwasher where I find a glimmer of hope. Until of course, I find that the dishwasher has already been emptied. Skylar sits up as I begin to walk over, "You know, bowls are for losers." I tell her, sitting down.

"Couldn't find them?" She asks with a reassuring smirk on her face.

"Shut up I tried." I complain, opening the top of the ice cream. Skylar fiddles with the remote as I take a satisfying bite of fudge brownie ice cream. "Oooooo lets watch The Fault In Our Stars!" I suggest.

"You aren't going to cry are you?" She asks, serious enough to regret my decision.

"Actually Julia talks about it all the time, I wanna know what the big fuss is all about." I reply, sadness replacing my mood as I'm reminded of my recent heartbreak.

"Oh. Something happen between you two?" She asks, putting the remote on her lap.

"W-why?" I stutter, looking down at the ice cream.

"I don't know, you're acting different." She shrugs.

"What? What do you mean different? I'm-I mean-We're fine. Normal as can be." I insist with an unconvincing laugh.

"Jeffrey, you brought me ice cream."

"Yeah okay. We broke up, alright?"

"Jeffrey I'm sor-"

"Can we just watch the movie now? or is that too much to ask?" I yell, she winces before pressing play on the remote. She focuses on me with sympathetic eyes, as she takes a deep breath.

"Are you oka-" She tries to place her hand on mine, but I slap away her arm, leaving my palm stinging.

"I don't want to talk about it. Why do you not understand that?" I tell her, tears well up in her eyes as she fights the urge to cry. She mouths a simple "okay" before focusing her attention to the movie as she curls up in the corner of the couch. She strokes her arm where I have left a red mark on it.

"Skyl-"

"You're missing your movie." She interrupts flatly. I try to say something back but I'm lost for words. I remain silent for the remainder of the movie, and do in fact, shed a few tears, but was it really because of the movie? Skylar fell asleep near the end of the movie and I don't dare disturb her. So I do what any other person would do, look for more movies to watch. After a tiring debate with myself, I settle on Grown Ups. After watching the full movie, and the sequel, I decide I should probably get going. I pull the blanket into Skylar as she shivers silently in her sleep. As I walk towards the door, I hear a car door slam. Shit. I stop in my tracks, as the door swings open, revealing Skylar's mom arms filled with groceries.

"Well are you just gonna stand there and look at me or are you gonna help?" She remarks, I hesitate and walk to get the rest of the bags. By the time we put the groceries where they belong, Skylar is up getting more medicine. "Why don't you join us for dinner?" Her mom asks with a smile.

"Thank you Mrs. Richardson, but I should get going." I answer politely.

"Yes he really should." Skylar mumbles, standing behind her mom.

"No. I'll make some pizza and we'll have a great time!" She says enthusiastically, Skylar groans as she marches up the stairs. "Don't mind her, come here and help me." She tells me with a smile. She opens a cabinet full of bowls, taking out a mixing bowl, what? I swear I checked that one.

(Skylar's POV)

"Alec?" I call, gently knocking on the window.

"What's up sunshine?" He answers, lifting the window up, with his bandaged hand.

"How's your hand?" I ask, leaning against the window sill.

"Seen better days, why the sudden concern?" He replies.

"I don't know. I feel like it's my fault. I just feel guilty." I admit, grabbing my blanket from my bed.

"are you sure it has nothing to do with the fact that I'm shirtless?" he asks, with a confident smirk. I feel my face flush as I run a hand through my hair, distracting myself. "well whether it does or not, it was my choice. He got what he deserved...Hey I'm going to a party wanna come with?"

"me? a party? that's a joke." I scuff, covering my shoulders from the breeze.

"why would you say that?" He asks, brushing his fingers through his messy hair.

"Let's suppose your offer was actually legitimate. I'm sick, anti-social, and social events haven't been on my side lately." I admit.

"Yeah you are pretty lame, but hey" he says, softly putting a hand on my window sill, "raincheck?" he asks, holding out his pinky.

"go to your stupid party." I tell him, he smiles grabbing his leather jacket off the bed.

"It'll be a lot more fun without you anyway!" he yells from the other side of his bedroom.

"fun is overrated!" I argue, crossing my arms.

"just like you!" he retaliates, giving me a wink before leaving the room.

"bye jackass!"

"adios loser!" he screams from the yard as he crosses it. I laugh to myself, burying my face in my blanket to calm myself.

"he's quite the character." I raise my head to find Jeffrey leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed.

"h-how long have you been standing there?" I ask, regaining my composure.

"long enough. dinner is ready." He says shortly, walking down the stairs. What??

(A/N) I feel like crap, this is crap, I am crap.