What You Don't See

A Plan in Action

I didn't have the chance to proofread so I apologize for any mistakes and feel free to point them out!

xoxo

I woke up Tuesday morning to the loud obnoxious buzz of my alarm. I crawled out of bed determined to make a change. Checking to see that the list was folded neatly on my desk, I strolled down the hallway to grab a new towel for my morning shower.

My mind drifted to my date with Brian. I was nervous that I wouldn't be able to act right and I felt bad for ditching Jake. A whole plethora of emotions were swirling around in my head. The list is the first step into being more of a ‘lady’. If I could just get through the list then maybe things can change for me, and more importantly maybe it will change the way Chase feels about me. Still, a part of me wanted to just cancel my date and go with Jake.

I glanced into the guest room and saw him peacefully sleeping under a mess of blankets. So many blankets I could barely see him. I grinned slightly thinking of my mom insisting on covering the bed with them. She thinks that waking up cold is the worst form of torture.

I walked closer and my smile widened at how unattractive he looked in his sleep. The laugh I had to hold back quickly died and a frown replaced it when I remembered how upset he looked when I was forced to cancel. The distance that was growing between us had scared me the most. If there was one person I know I couldn't live without, it would be him. As scary as that sounds, there's no denying it.

Leaning forward, I whispered into Jake's ear "Time to get up."

He stirred slightly but only groaned and flipped over facing away from me.

"You gave me no choice." I murmured before pouncing onto his back. "It's time to wake up Jake! Wake the fuck up!" I bounced up and down with my knees grinding into his back.

If only I weighed more so that it actually hurt.

Jake grumbled profanities at me as he slowly pushed me off to get out of bed.

"Good boy!" I playfully patted his messy haired head and skipped out of the room.

After getting dressed and doing my own makeup, (which was actually not that bad I'll have you know) I happily put a check mark next to rule number 3.

Rule Number 3: Always Wear The Clothes Picked Out For You.

My eyes scanned over the list. This wasn't going to be easy considering many of these rules I would rather get punched in the throat than follow.

I texted Natalie my accomplishments and hurried down the stairs into the kitchen. I noticed Jake wasn't there so I grabbed the last banana sitting on the counter and trekked outside to his truck.

"What's that?" Jake asked, nodding his head towards the list I was clutching in my hand.

Am I allowed to show this to people? Does that break any rules? I thought carefully before mentally face palming myself. I can't go through the day reading the list before everything I do or say. That would come off as a little strange.

"It's a list. A list of rules." It sounded a lot more stupid saying out loud. "Rules I have to follow in order to be more ladylike, according to Natalie."

Jake chuckled, clearly amused.

"I'm serious. I'm done being one of the guys." I stated calmly trying not to break any rules.

"Brooke." Jake sighed and rolled his head back. "Who cares what they think."

"That's easy for you to say, you don't have a crush on one of them." I know I never memorized the rules but I was certain I was a hair's width away from breaking one of them.