perfection

odd morning feelings

At this point, I could be crowned queen of awkward. But, god, did it secretly feel good to wake up where I did. Of course, I'd never say that out loud...or even quite admit it to myself.

I can be the first to say I woke up happy. But only because I was next to someone I'd secretly loved for a long time. Despite the many hateful spits we'd had and the ruins that had been left after someone destroyed all I had.

I woke up next to Jake.

It felt weird to say in my mouth. Well, in my head.

My eyes didn't feel so heavy anymore and I decided to roll over onto my back, where I was greeted with an already awake Jake, sitting up and playing on his phone.

I sat up beside him, but that didn't stop him from doing whatever he was doing.

"Hey," Jake said normally, falling back on the bed and dropping his phone on his stomach. I took the extra mile to knock it off his stomach and onto the floor just to annoy him. "Hey." I smiled.

I took a minute to look around the room and just notice the little things. How the light from the window on the far side of the room peaked in and lit up everything. How the glow made me feel so happy despite things being pretty gross as usual. How the sheets where all tangled up and how lucky I was to have such a great group of friends. I felt tears well up in my eyes and I felt a few fall. Tears of joy, for once.

I get really emotional really easily.

I soon fell back onto the bed too, wiping my face off with my arm. "What time is it?" I asked Jake, looking over at him. He picked up his phone and lazily looked, "1:42 PM." He threw his phone down lazily.

"Jake," I said quietly.

"Yea?"

"Do you hate me?"

"What- no, why?"

"You never talk to me anymore." We both fell silent. I already knew the answer.

"No, things are just...." He trailed off, looking away from me, "I needed a change of scenery. It got a little weird. It's nothing to do with you, I like you, Ryanne,"

I swallowed, "You like me?"

"Well, yea, we're friends right?"

"Of course." I smiled, satisfied with the conversation so far. "I like you too, Jake." I decided I'd say that after all. I mean who knows what'd happen next.

"Good," He smiled, which was a pretty sight, I must say. "Shall we go downstairs?" Jake proposed, getting out of bed. He looked the same as yesterday and, from what I've noticed, I did too.

I soon followed him down the steps, seeing everyone all gathered around in the living room. It just hit me that we'd probably have to deal with the endless taunting.

"Look who decided to get out of bed!" Lillian said, marching up to me and Jake as I reached the bottom of the stairs, "Ryanne and Jake, everyone!" The gang turned their heads and I got to see just who all was here.

Well, there was Lillian standing up here- Aidan attached to her pretty much. And, on the couch, Morene sat beside Kaite who sat beside Kaden and Rianne- I guess they were a couple now. Mackayla and Toni were on the floor, against the wall beside the recliner Morene passed out on last night. Luke and Molly, well, they were still upstairs, I was guessing.

"Uh, hey guys," I said nervously, feeling as though my death was being broadcast on live television and it was so important I not get any splatter of blood anywhere. "What's...uh...?"

I looked to the TV only to see the weather channel. I averted my gaze so quickly to the window that felt bones in my neck crack. To my dismay, it began to rain.

"Is it....storming?" I said slowly. I don't know why, but that left some sort of pit in my stomach. "Is it gonna get bad?"

I remembered last night, before I completely blacked out, that Aidan had said something about a huge storm. He said it'd miss us so closely.

Aidan spoke up finally. "Yes, it is." He looked down, "And it's gonna be really bad."