Falling Slowly

Chapter 2- Celebration and Pictures

After school I hopped into Sam's car as we drove over to meet up with the "pops" at Lyla's house. I lived in this city ever since I was little, but I didn't become friends with them until the beginning of high school. In fact, I didn't even know them until the first day of school. I went to a different elementary and middle school as them. As a kid, I was the invisible type, but I had that one best friend. I was also happy all the time and pretty optimistic. Hard to believe right? Honestly I think there was (and still is) something seriously wrong with me. How can I be happy being invisible? Why am I so depressed being popular? Maybe it's everything else that happened in my life that made it what it is today.

I looked out the window as Sam pulled up in front of Lyla's house. Her house was pretty close to a mansion with it's three stories, classic beige walls, and a baby blue door. Although it was huge, it wasn't nearly as big as my Dad's house. Yes, my dad owned a mansion. None of them knew that though.

I scrambled out of the car and waited for Sam as she slowly walked out and locked her car. Finally, we walked over to the front door together. I looked on the mat and saw only a couple shoes there. Heck yeah. We got here first. That means dibs on what we're going to do later. Yeah, I know I have major issues, but I can still have fun can't I?

The front door finally opened with a very excited Lyla. The "pops" either went to her house, Simon's, or someplace like the mall everyday after school anyways, so I didn't see why she was so excited.

"Hey guys! Go chill in the living room I'll be right back." Lyla walked towards the stairs and left Sam and I still waiting on the front porch. Sighing, I took off my shoes and entered the house after her. If I didn't know any better I would say Lyla had something planned.

I took a look around as if it was my first time being there. Everything looked the same with it's beautiful antique and modern art hanging on cream colored walls. When Sam and I reached the huge living room, I yawned and lay down on the plush white couch and took a nap while Sam went to check out Lyla's ever-growing DVD and Blu-ray collection. A while later, the rest of the pops arrived.

"Rebecca honey, wakey wakey." Hearing someone babying me made me almost slap the person who was hovering over me. My eyes shot open and I saw Jacob staring back down at me. I groaned and pushed him away as I sat up on the couch.

"Leave me alone Jacob." I looked around the empty living room. "Where is everyone?" I turned back to Jacob's amused face. "What's going on Jacob??!" I yelled.

"Relax," he smiled widely and pulled me up using my weak arms. I forgot how strong he was and my face ended up hitting his chest for the second consecutive day. I groaned and pushed him back. "Everyone is just in the kitchen. Come on." He grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. As if I didn't know where it was.

"Jacob...What aren't you telling me?" I stayed quiet for a moment and tried to listen for any indication that the pops were somewhere in the house. Instead, I only heard silence. Finally, when we reached the kitchen, the four of them popped out of nowhere and scared the hell out of me. I screamed and hugged Jacob in terror. When I realized it was just them, I sighed and gave a small smile. "Nice one."

"Surprise!" They yelled in unison. Looking around, I saw ten packs of my favorite snack: Oreos. Beside them were my favorite DVDs and a unicorn pillow pet.

"Um.. what's this for?" I asked, unsure if this was some kind of joke. I looked at each of their faces, waiting for an answer. Finally Simon spoke up , "We just wanted to celebrate that you're still...here." he whispered the last word. My eyebrows shot up. They all walked up to me and gave me another big hug. For once in a long while, I felt happy that they cared. I smiled and we went into the living room to chill, watch movies, and pig out on Oreos. Or maybe that was just me. After the 3rd movie, I fell asleep on my pillow pet. In my semi-conscious state, I felt large arms carry me up to the guest room. The pops all knew that I was always really tired, and it was almost routine to take me upstairs so I could spend the night. That night, I felt happy. Sadly, I knew it wouldn't last.

[The Next Morning]

"Rebecca Rebecca, time to get up. It's already 11 o'clock!" I groaned and turned to the other side of the bed. For some reason whenever someone calls my name it feels like deja vu. "Come on! We're going out for brunch!"

"I'm not hungry." I mumbled and pulled the blankets tighter around me. Suddenly I felt a really heavy body on top of me. Obviously, I screamed and pushed him off as fast as possible. "What's wrong with you?" I yelled as I threw the warm blankets off of me.

Robert laughed. "At least you're awake now. Hurry up and get dressed. The Saturday pancake breakfast special is almost over! And you know that I don't want to miss that." He was right. Robert was absolutely crazy about food. If he didn't get the food he wanted... Things turned ugly.

"Okay, okay." I gave in. Slowly I sat up and started walking towards the bathroom. As much as I loved sleep, sometimes too much of it was a killer. My head felt like someone shook it repeatedly. I wobbled a bit when I reached the huge bathroom of Lyla's guest room. Robert came over and held my waist as I regained my balance. "Thanks," I mumbled. By now you probably think that I must feel weird with all these guys touching me like that. Seriously though, we're just friends, and besides. I knew who Simon and Robert liked. Not sure about Jacob though...

Fifteen minutes later I was ready to go. I walked down the stairs and greeted the rest of them who were all waiting for me. Honestly, I felt kind of bad that I made them wait. I really was a slowpoke and an idiot who had emotional and mental issues, but they didn't seem to have a problem with that. What was wrong with me? Or rather, what was wrong with them?

We piled into two separate cars to get to the diner. Jacob and I sat in Simon's car while Lyla and Robert were in Sam's. It was about a fifteen minute drive there, and I was a bit surprised when Jacob chose to sit in the back with me. Usually he liked riding shotgun. I stared out the window like I normally did and within the first minute I felt something- or someone- poke my arm.

"What?" I turned to a smiling Jacob. Without saying a word, he held up his phone and scooted closer to me. This required him to unbuckle his seat belt and move to the middle seat in a moving car. Coincidentally, Simon made left turn and that made Jacob practically slam into me. I had to hold his shoulders back to keep him from falling on me. And wow, he was pretty heavy I have to say. Finally buckled into the middle seat, he grabbed his phone and tapped the Camera icon. Dang it. I should have known what he was up to.

There was literally no place to go, being squeezed between the car door and Jacob. I finally gave in and smiled when he started snapping pictures. In the end he took like twenty selfies. Each time he changed poses and in most of the pictures I think I ended up glaring at him. At least he didn't put his arm around me or something, then I would have slapped him.

For the rest of the car ride Simon and Jacob talked about sports while I looked out the window. When we finally arrived at the diner, Simon parked the car and turned around and saw how close we were sitting together. He raised his eyebrows and smirked. His eyes met Jacob's and they shared a glance. I could've sworn they weren't telling me something.

Hey sorry this is a short chapter/// What do you think is going on with Jacob.. ;D

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