To Forget it Ever Happened

To Release Your Inhibitions (Or Lack Thereof)~2

Tell me what you think, dude's. 

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Grade: 12, Age: 17, Location: Still in a Shit h-Salt Lake City, Utah

It was the end of my senior year. The time for inevitable farewells and tongue biting to hold back the tears that were bound to be shed. I didn't want to think about leaving the one best friend that I've made my entire high school year, I just wanted to think about how I was going to finally tell him how I truly felt about him.

My doorbell resonated throughout my house, waking me up from my day dream. Come on Amelia! You can do this, just tell Jacob you love him! 

"Why hello Jake nice to see you. Lia is up in her room," My mother chirped, no doubt that she probably had a crappy plate of cookies she wanted him to try in the kitchen.

My heartbeat went to its pinnacle in my rib cage and my ears were getting these episodes of pounding pulsations. I couldn't even hear straight let alone remember my speech that I had prepared for Jacob. This sounded like a really nice list of symptoms I needed to give to my doctor.  "Hey Doc, whenever I see this dude who, believe me, has the ugliest hair you've ever seen I can't help but swoon. Is that a disease? Swooning. Come on, look it up I'm not crazy."

 "Thanks Ms.Frapper, you look great," Jacob cooed, sounding like a kiss ass. I was so going to make fun of  him later.

 Mom let out this banshee squeal of appreciation, "Oh you, smooth talker, you. By any chance would you like some of my freshly baked pumpernickel cookies? "

Jacob hesitated but she assured him, "Come on I made em' today,"

 After a moment of silence, I could hear Jacob stuttering from all the way upstairs and then the sound of feet marching on wood got closer and closer. My door banged open and Jacob dashed past me without a greeting and high tailed himself head first into my yellow waste basket, most probably hacking up my mother's pumpernickel cookies.

"Hey!" I exclaimed with a childish cross of my shoulders against my chest. "I helped her make those,"

Jacob's large, muscular (or flabby) build turned towards me after the retching noises stopped, and his body almost knocked my stack of Teen Vogue magazines on the floor. He looked humorous to say the least. He had a bright green Seven Up t shirt and his mad scientist hair fluffed upwards, the pumpernickel crumbs scattered all over his lips and hair covered chin, making him look like the newer version of the Grinch. "You helped her make these?" He asked softly.

I smiled and nodded in conformation.

Jacob looked down to what he was holding in his hands. He still had a piece of the pumpernickel cookie left. He gave me a lighthearted broken smile before shoving the entire batch in his throat, chewing forcefully and giving me a heart winning look with his eyes. He was pretending he liked it for me, why?

 A giggle escaped my lips against my muffles. It was times like this that I was going to miss him.  "Jacob, I was kidding, my mom made those,"

He ran over to the basket and hurled them out of his mouth. "Remind me to take 'No' classes," Jacob muttered darkly, waving a hand for emphasis.

My eyes brightened, "Oh by the way Jacob, my friend Stephanie wants to go to Prom with you," I replied coolly, resting my arms against my head while laying back onto my bed.

His eyes bulged."You mean Stephanie the Snake, the Stephanie the Snake?" He repeated in disbelief, gaping at me. He sprawled over my desk chair and swung in lazy circles in my room.