The Seaside Café

Chapter 33- Wherever You're Going, That's Where I'll Go

Chapter 33- Wherever You’re Going, That’s Where I’ll Go

“On a scale of one to ten, how angry do you think Michael is with me?” Jace asks me the next day after school.

“He’s not angry.” I giggle reassuringly. We are walking towards his car, holding hands of course, and I was still uncontrollably giddy with the fact that Jace and I are no longer fighting. It was only a few days but it was hell and I never want to go through that again.

“Are you sure?” He wonders unsurely.

I nod as we get to Jace’s car and before I even realize what he’s doing, he opens my door for me like the romantic cutie he is. “I’m positive.” I mutter as he doesn’t move out of the door way so that I can shut the door. He just leans down and presses a lingering kiss on my lips. He pulls away for a moment before kissing me again and I giggle against his lips, wrapping one of my hands in his hair, pulling him into the car on top of me. It’s not the most comfortable position, but I don’t think that either one of us really cares at the moment. We’ve been doing a lot of that since yesterday, kissing, I mean. Since we’ve made up and everything’s perfect again, we just kiss a lot.

“PDA.” I mutter after about five minutes of making out in the front seat.

“You started it,” He laughs, fanning his breath over the bottom half of my face as he reluctantly pulls away from me.

“I did not!” I demand giddily, watching as he shuts my door and then strolls around to the driver side and gets in, starting the car to make our way away from the school.

He nods. “You did. If you weren’t so gorgeous, I wouldn’t want to kiss you all the time.”

I blush and roll my eyes at him. “You’re such a cheese ball.”

“So you say,” He chuckles. “Anyway, since we’re going to your house, I just want to clarify again that I am not going to be physically damaged when I walk through the door.” For the first time since he had dinner with Michael, we are going to hang out at my house, since he isn’t completely finished unpacking at his mom’s house and his room is full of boxes and such, so I agreed that we can go to my house for a while.

I giggle and shake my head. “I promise that Michael isn’t mad.”

“How do you know for sure, though?” He wonders stubbornly.

“Because I know my brother, silly. Trust me, it’ll be fine.” I assure him. I mean, on Sunday while I was moping all day, Michael was urging me to makeup with Jace, so I’m just assuming that he won’t like, be mean to Jace when we get to my house.

“Okay, if you say so,” He sighs.

The ride to my house is short and when we get there, I can tell that Jace is still a little resistant about going inside, which I think is adorable, since he’s supposed to be this bad boy and tough and whatnot, but my teddy bear-like brother scares him. When we finally get into the house, Michael is on the couch, doing some work with the TV on. Carter and Caroline aren’t home yet, though, because they don’t get home for a little while longer since she picks him up after work.

“Mikey, me and Jace are going upstairs,” I pipe softly.

He glances over at us and Jace tenses up, which makes me laugh a small bit. “You’re going upstairs?” He echoes.

I nod. “Yeah, you know, the second floor, where I slumber.” I explain.

Michael rolls his eyes at me and then stands up from the couch. “Keep your door open,” He informs me, looking over at Jace. “So you two are good again?”