After what seems like an hour of non stop talking and laughing, we decide to leave and head to Jake's house. As I sit in the car, Jake puts on one of Twenty Øne Pilot's albums, I smile, remembering that I told him that they were my favourite band. I rest my head on the window and think of all the stuff I found out about Jake in the last hour; stuff like the fact he wasn't always a bad boy, in fact he was once a teachers pet. I giggle to myself at the thought of Bad-Boy-Jake being a teachers pet.
I hum along to the song "House Of Gold", Jake glances over to me and smiles before focusing on driving again.
"And we are here." Jake says pulling into a driveway. He parks the car then gets out. I open the door and step out carefully, for all I know this guy might b a murderer, a serial killer, but weirdly I trust him. He starts walking to the front door of the average sized house in front of me. He unlocks the door and motions me over.
"There is still a few boxes laying around, but we have mostly unpacked. Do you wanna watch a movie?" He asks as I step into his house. I nod slightly and he leads me to his lounge room where I see a bookshelf the takes up the whole wall, filled with movies and some to shows.
"Oh my god wow." I mutter staring in complete awe.
"Not even all of them," he shrugs, "pick one and I'll go make some popcorn." I walk over to the shelf and slowly look through them, looking at the titles one by one.
"Hmm what about this one." I think out loud trying to reach "Edward Scissor Hands" before realising that I am too short.
"Want some help with that?" Jake offers as he places the popcorn on the side table, he strolls over and pulls out the movie as he reads the title.
"I've been meaning to watch it for a while, I love Tim Burton movies, especially the ones that have Johnny Depp, my favourite is Corps Bride." I smile innocently. Jake puts the movie on before sitting down on the three seater couch. He hits the seat next to him as if to tell me to sit, so I do, I sit right next to him and lean on him slightly to get comfortable. He puts his arm around me and I snuggle into his side for warmth.
I try my hardest to stay awake, but I'm so comfortable in his arms that I just can't will my eyes to stay open.
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Four years of hell.
Teen FictionHigh school is meant to be the best years of your life, right? Wrong. For many, high school is hellish four years of bullying and stress.