Left Behind // Jake Virtanen

Chapter 3

I woke up this morning from this amazing dream that I lost my friends at the Taylor Swift concert and Jake Virtanen found me and brought me to his place. I just lay here in my bed staring at the roof smiling and going over ever detail of the dream.

I lean over to my night stand to grab my phone but I don't feel it there. I roll over so I can see it but it's not there and the night stand is different. I look around the rest of the room and everything is different, this is not my bedroom. Where am I?

The smell of bacon and pancakes fills the room. I just want to lay here and pretend nothing has happened but I don't know how I'm going to leave. My stomach is telling me that I should get out of bed.

I pull on my jeans then look for a mirror but there isn't one in this room. My hair and makeup is probably a mess. If it really is Jake Virtanen making breakfast out there I do not want him to see me like whatever I look like.

I slowly walk out the door unsure of where the washroom is. I want to find it before Jake sees me. I peak out the door and I see him, he has be back to me flipping pancakes. I scan the room trying to get a glimpse of where the washroom is. The only thing that I keep finding is that nice ass of his. I need to focus.

"Good morning Kelsey" Jake turns around smiling right after I made the door squeaked.

"Good Morning. Where is your washroom?" my voice is groggy.

"It's just through that door on your left" Jake points to the half open door.

"Thank you. Breakfast smells great by the way" I quickly make my way over to the washroom.

I close the door behind me and lean against it taking in a deep breath. I know that I look terrible right now because I never ever look good in the morning. I slowly make my way to the mirror and take a glance. I am just terrified of what I see. My makeup is smeared all over the place and I have nothing to fix it and I don't want to talk about my hair. I can't go back out there.

"Breakfast is ready Kelsey! If you want it hot I suggest you come and get it now" Jake calls out.

"I will be out in a second" I try my best to smooth out my hair through my fingers and wipe some of the makeup off. It is as good as it's going to get.

"You look beautiful" Jake says to me as  I come out of the washroom.

"Oh please, I look just awful." I blush.

"No you don't. I promise that I have seen way worse." He says as I make my way over to the table. "Like the time when I was eight I decided to give myself a haircut. Lets just say it didn't go as planned."

"Tell me what happened" I say while turning my plate trying to pick what to eat first.

"No. I'm not going to tell you."

"Aw come on. I want to know."

"I had batches of no hair all over the place. It was really bad and I don't want to talk about it. How are your pancakes?" Jake asks changing the subject.

"The best pancakes that I've had in a long time" I smirk.

My phone buzzes in my pocket. I take it out and I have sixteen text messages, ten missed calls and four voicemails. I quickly scan through the text messages and find out that my friends did end up leaving me in Vancouver. They looked everywhere for me after the concert for three hours but they went home after that because Jasper had be be at work this morning. My mom is freaking out if I'm okay or not.

Jake does the dishes while I call Raquel. She picks up on the second ring.

"Kelsey you're alive! I am so sorry that Jasper and I left you behind. Are you okay? I hope you didn't sleep on some nasty cement park bench, with some homeless guy or something gross?" Raquel freaks out.

"It's okay Raquel, you don't have to worry. I did sleep in a bed last night and had bacon and pancakes for breakfast." I say kind of laughing.

"I am so glad that you are okay. Wait a minute. Who are you staying with?" Raquel questions me.

I look over at Jake "I have to go. I will see you soon. Okay?"

"Come on. I'm so curious now." Raquel pleaded.

"Bye Raquel"

"No tell me? Tell me now I nee...." I hung up the phone. There was no way I was going to tell her everything over the phone with Jake in the same room.

I gave my mom a call as well letting her know that I was okay and I am coming home real soon. She was happy that I called her and relieved that this guy is helping me.

"Sorry about that" I say to Jake.

"It's no problem. I'm sure everybody is worried about you. They don't know that it is me that you are with." He says putting the last plate in the dishwasher.

"Yeah I would be worried about me too. Like anyone could of picked me up. I'm glad that it was you though."

Jake laughed at me. "We should probably get going. My parents are also expecting me to come over this afternoon."