Roller Coaster Summer

~Chapter Twenty-Five~

      I woke up in the huddle of Jake's arms and I started to smile right away. I skipped my jog again just because I didn't want to leave his arms and him at all. The night before we were the closest we ever were and everything was perfect. Jake was so careful and gentle and he tried not to hurt me since it was my first time but not his.

     My face was pressed into his chest and both of his arms were around me. It felt right to be like that with Jake; skin pressed against skin. I knew I was meant to be with him and maybe there was such a thing called true love. Jake was my true love. I didn't ever want to leave his arms at that moment but when I'm awake, I can't just lie in bed, I have to move.

     I carefully removed his arms from around me and I went over to the dresser to find some of my booty-shorts undies and one of Jake's shirts that was practically a mini dress on me. I found some of my fuzzy socks because the hard-wood floor is always freezing with the AC on and Jake always said that my toes were cold no matter what, unless cuddled next to his. Jake was kind of like my human heater, he was always warm and I was always cold. That's one reason why I loved being wrapped up in his warm, strong arms.

     After getting out some supplies, I made us a breakfast for champs and went back into his, well kind of our room, and tried to wake him up. "Jake." I kissed him on the cheek. "Jake." I kissed him on his jaw. "Jake." I kissed him on his ear. "Jake." And when I finally kissed him on the mouth, he pulled me onto the bed with him and kissed me back. That sucker, he was just waiting for me to kiss him on the mouth before he revealed that he was awake.

     "Good morning, gorgeous." He whispered and his eyes were very bright when they looked at me. He was as happy as I was.

     "Good morning." I whispered back and then gave him another kiss on the lips. "There's breakfast waiting for us out in the kitchen." I informed him that and that's when he decided to finally let me go and kick the covers off of himself. Just when he was about to walk out the door like he was, I giggled and he looked back at me with a question about to escape his lips but I said, "I think you should put some boxers or something on before you go out there."

     He looked at himself and laughed. "You sure you don't want me to go out like this?"

     "Haha, I don't mind but I think the neighbors will and other bystanders that might pass the window and accidentally look up." He pondered on what I said and then shrugged, looking for some boxers and then pulled my hand to go out to the kitchen with him.

     "Wow, Elena, bacon, pancakes, eggs, French toast, and sausage. What did I do to deserve all of this? Last time, you made me make my own omelet." He sat down in a chair and then helped himself to some of everything.

     "I felt generous this morning." I smiled at him and he winked at me which made my cheeks go a little red because we both knew why I did all of this.

     When he was on his seconds and I was gradually sipping at my coffee, I observed him. The way his strong, fine jaw line worked, his eyes flickering over to me in delight every so often, the swell of muscle on his arms as he cut a piece of pancake and popped it into his mouth, and those lips that looked and were so soft.

     He finally saw that my gaze wasn't leaving his face so he swallowed whatever was in his mouth and then turned it into a grin. "Enjoying the view? What are you smiling about?"

     "Yup, and just you." I sipped more of my coffee and then he took both of our plates to the sink to wash them off then place them in the dishwasher. When he sat back down, he moved his chair closer to me so his knee was pressed up against mine and he turned to look at me this time. "Yes?"

     "So, what do you want to do today?" He asked and rested his chin in his palm looking very amused by me.

     "Well, we can hang out with the band, see a movie, go for a walk, explore, hang in here, play games, shop, go to the beach for a day..." When he didn't look so interested in the things I said, I thought a little and then came up with the perfect words. "Or, well, we can go back to the bedroom and-"

     "Great idea, Elena!" He perked up and then grabbed the mug out of my hand and swallowed the little that was remaining through my protests. He then proceeded to pick me up and walk to the room while I was laughing hysterically.

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     Later when I got out of bed once again, I went into the bathroom to take a shower since I had a mist of perspiration all over my skin. Also, we were all going out in about three hours to go see a drive-in filming and then whatever we wanted afterward. Once my shower was over, I was washing my face with only a t-shirt and another pair of booty-shorts panties with music notes on it this time. Jake decided to come in on me, didn't even know what I was doing and then started laughing when he saw my white face.

     "What... is... that??" He asked between his laughs. I frowned and glared at him.

     "It’s Noxzema. It cleanses my face and makes it soft. Try it some time, stupid." I put my finger in the jar of it and then wiped it on his cheek before he saw it coming.

     "Hey, hey, hey-"

     "Hay is for horses, my dear." I said with a laugh and then washed the 'face mask' off of my face, leaving it tingling and soft. Jake wiped what I put on his face with my t-shirt and I playfully pushed him. "Hey! You should be glad this isn't the t-shirt I'm going to wear tonight."

     "'Hay is for horses, my dear.'" He mimicked me and I pretended that I was going to punch him but he grabbed my wrist and pulled me against him. His lips went to my jaw and then made there way up to my cheek and then my lips.

     "Your face is soft." He noted and then pulled away.

     "Told you." I stuck my tongue out at him. "What did you come in here for anyway?" I asked as I started applying some make-up on my face after putting my hair up in a sloppy bun so it wouldn't get in my face while doing so.

     "What? I can't come in here and spend some time with my lovely girlfriend?" He put such a sincere look on that I had to laugh out loud.

     "Hmm, I'm watching you, Wilson." I pointed my eyeliner at him and he laughed and pushed it away from his face.

     "Elena, that stuff may look good on you but I doubt it would look good on me; sorry to disappoint you." He sat on the toilet and just watched me do my make-up. I guess he did come in the bathroom just to be with me. He was so weird.

     "You sure? Because you know, I could totally do it for you." I said with a smile and started moving closer to him with the pencil. I sat on his lap and he tried dodging my hand the whole time until he just grabbed both of my wrists in his hands and keep them above our heads. We were nose-to-nose so I gave him a devilish smile and then pulled away, 'surrendering'. "You're so weird, what's the real reason you came in here, Mr. Wilson?" I lifted my eyebrow at him and gave him a fake stern look.

     "Well..." He started with a coy smile.

     "So he does have a reason!" I said with fake surprise.

     "Haha, shut up." He stuck his tongue out at me this time and then said, "I was wondering if you knew where my white khakis were."

     I threw my head back and laughed. "They are between your other ones, Jake."

     "Well I looked!! But I swear, they aren't there." I shook my head at him and then went out the door and walked to the bed room and once I looked in his pant drawer, I found them right away. I pulled them out and walked back to the bathroom and held them up for him.

     "Hmm, 'they aren't there', my butt." He got up with a smile and kissed me on the head as he took them out of my hand while walking out of the door.

     "What would I do without you, Elena?" He gave me his boyish-grin and then shut the bathroom door behind him.

     My god. Guys.