The Art of Stealing Hearts (On Hold)

7. The one with bald Jake

~|Chapter 7|~
•The one with bald Jake•

"Jake, you lost the bet. You have to shave off your hair."

           I was the audience to Dylan and Jake's epic 'I won't shave my head!' and 'You lost the bet; do what I say' fight. Jake was losing the battle and if he didn't do the deed voluntarily, Dylan was going to help him out in his sleep.

"Look, just give me sometime." Jake said. "I'll do it before dinner. That sound okay to you?" Turning to me, he said, "Joey, remind me never to doubt you again."

"I can do that." I smirked. I had this feeling that when I fixed the carburettor, I had put myself out there. I'd let myself get close to the guys and that was something I did not want to do. Time to retreat to your shell, Snail.

"Jake!" Tyler called as he entered the living room in search of his brother. "Do you have that guy's number?"

"Tyler, I'm touched that you thought of me," Jake made a grateful face, "but if you want a guy's number, you really should go to Aaron."

Tyler scowled at him. "I don't want a guy's number-"

"You want a guy's number?" Aaron walked in the room. "I heard my name," he added.

"No! I do not want a guy's number," Tyler glared at Jake. It was times like these that I missed Ava the most. If she were here, she would be laughing with me, offering to make popcorn as the guys bickered among themselves.

"Joey, remind me what Tyler said," he turned to me for help and there was no chance in hell I would give up the opportunity of pissing off Tyler.

"I think it was something like, 'Jake, do you have that guy's number?' " I did my best to imitate Tyler's husky voice. Sadly, it didn't come out that well.

"That guy? There's a that guy?" Aaron asked gleefully. "It means I'm not the only gay son in the family. Tell me, Tyler, do you find Kyle hot? Because he's your best friend and it could be that modern day I'm-in-love-with-my-best-friend kind of a deal."

"Stop rambling, Aaron," Dylan told his brother. "I'm sure Tyler will tell us in his own time."

Tyler was slowly turning purple, like a grape turning ripe. Wait, do grapes turn ripe? Even if they do, they surely don't go from a nice tan skin color to a rainbow violet kind of one. Or do they?

"I am not gay," Tyler growled, getting more annoyed, his healthy purple grape-y complexion getting more and more prominent.

"So you're bisexual then," Dylan concluded. "You're going to be the first one in the family. Except Uncle Ted maybe; I think he's one too."

"I am going to chop you all into tiny pieces, cook you in a pot and feed you to your precious Uncle Ted," Tyler snapped. "When I asked you for 'that guy's number', it was because Nick fell and sprained his ankle, and he can't play. So I need a substitute."

"Sorry Tyler," Jake stopped kidding around. "Which guy's number do you want?"

"That extra kid. He's always bitter. He's your age, he's kind of stocky..." Tyler trailed off looking hopefully at Jake.

"You know Tyler, human beings generally respond to a name they identify themselves with." I chimed.

Dylan snorted. "Tyler's terrible at names. Good luck figuring out the guy he wants." He began to walk out of the room. "Oh, and Jake, if I don't find your hair gone by tomorrow, you will be the one finding that your hair has mysteriously disappeared."

"Do you know the guy I'm talking about?" Tyler questioned Jake once Dylan left.

"Tyler, I have no idea who you are talking about," Jake shook his head. "Why don't you ask Kyle or someone else?"