My Darling ♥

chapter 7

Jayme had her back facing me and she was searching the cupboards for something.

I guess she found what she was looking for cause she spun around with a plastic can in her hand. when she saw me she shut her eyes tight and slapped her hand over her chest.

"Lizzy. you scared me"

"oh, sorry. I didn't mean to"

"it's alright sweetie"

"umm, so you called me.?"

"oh, yes. would you mind freaking the cake?" she said holding out the can for me to grab. I took it from her and she smiled.

"thank you so much. I just have time to so it right now. someone made a mess in the restroom and didn't clean up after themselves" she said and I had to fight my urge to laugh.

Jayme almost ran out of the kitchen, once she was out I allowed myself to laugh. I got a butterknife and opened the can. I dipped the knife in the frosting and spread it on the cake when Jonas walked into the kitchen and sat on the stool directly in front of me. I spread another layer of frosting and Jonas sighs.

"what's wro-"

"am I attractive?"

I laugh a little but the look on his fact makes me feel guilty.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"am I attractive? like, would you ever date me?"

"Jo, you're like my brother..-"

"I know, but if I wasn't?"

".. is there something you want to tell me?"

"what?... Oh, NO! GOD NO!"

"don't sugar coat it"

"no, Liz. I didn't mean it like that"

"yeah, let's just not talk about it anymore. so, why do you want to know my opinion of you?"

"well.. I asked this girl out and she said that I wasn't her type"

"did she say what type she's looking for?"

"yeah.. attractive"

I couldn't help but laugh. "thanks for your help" he says and gets off the stool.

"Jo, I'm sorry. I just couldn't keep it in. okay, I'm sorry. I'm good now. come back"

Jonas turns around and sits back down on the stool. "do I need to go kick some chick's ass?" I say.

"NO!"

"tell me exactly what happened"

"okay, fine. but you have to promise not to beat her to death"

"sorry, I don't make promises I can't keep"

"Liz!"

"Jo!" I mocked.

"then I'm not telling you"

"you know that if you don't tell me I'm just going to go ask every single person at this party if they know what happened and then once I find out I'll tell everyone so you'll be so embarrassed you won't come out of your room for a month. now, all this can be prevented if you just tell me what happened. your choice".

a few seconds passed without either of us talking. "okay, fine" I drop the knife and walked towards the living room.

"Hey Michelle!"

"NO! LIZ, COME BACK!"

"Not until you tell me what happened!"

"come on Liz!"

"NO!"

"fine! I'll tell you! just come back!"

I turned around and narrowed my eyes at him. "okay" I said cheerfully and skipped back to him.

"you are such a three year old"

"at heart"

"pfft"

"soooooo...?"

"okay, I asked out this girl and she rejected me"

"details!!"

"sorry, I don't feel like sharing my life story"

"sharing is caring"

"who said I cared?"

"how rude!", "okay so.. wait, I thought you and Jeff had something.?"

"he didn't tell you?"

"tell me what?"

"we.. sort of.. broke up"

"you what!?!! that's why he was so sad after he was with you! I can't believe you did that to him! he was so heartbroken!"

"Liz! calm down! the whole world is going to know by the time you're done!"