Homeless(Jake Miller Fan Fiction)

Chapter 2

Jake (pov)

That night when I got home, I sang about Amelia. I ate thinking about Amelia. I took a shower thinking about Amelia. I fell asleep thinking about Amelia. I dreamt about Amelia.

I couldn't get her off my mind. There was something about her I loved more than Madison. She was so spunky and beautiful. I just wonder what made her so upset.

The next morning, I got up early and headed to the studio. Once I walked in, I saw a girl, about 5'4, with curly red hair standing in the corner. Her head was engrossed in a camera and she was fiddling with the camera strip.

It was Amelia. I remember her bulky figure walking out of the store yesterday. She stood, her hips bumped out and her feet tapping.

I froze. Does she feel the same way I do? If not, what am I supposed to say? I ran into wardrobe to get ready for my photo shoot. I was thinking about what I was going to say to Amelia.

"Hey, I think I love you? Hey, you make me crazy?" I thought. Once I was ready, I took a deep breath and got in front of the camera. Amelia's camera, which she was clutching with her perfectly smooth hands.

Oh boy, it's going to be a long day.

Amelia (pov)

Once Jake got in front of the camera, Todd introduced us. "Jake, think is our newest photographer, Amelia Markham," he said, pulling Jake and me closer together.

We gave each other a nod of significance and I got behind my camera again. Jake did serious poses, his face solemn and serene. His eyes showed hurt, they looked really vulnerable.

After about what seemed like 90 shots, we went to smiles and tongue-outs. Jake's cheeks were cute when he smiled, kind of like a squirrel, but not as chunky.

While taking a coffee break, Jake came over to me. "Just give me your smile," he said, and I did. He shook his head. "That was a sliver of a smile," he said. I chuckled and said, "I'm not a smiler."

He flashed me a puzzled look, and I avoided his eyes. "Something.... happened," I said, walking away. As I stirred my coffee, he followed me. "What?" he asked.

I chuckled. "We only just met," I said. "I don't trust you. Yet, anyway." His eyes were brown, but really cheerful. His hair was buzz cut, but complimented his eyes. "Amelia, I know, but I can't stop thinking about you," he said.

Jake fucking Miller can't stop thinking about me. Me! Some farmgirl with dead parents from Kansas. Some girl with ugly red hair, pathetic green eyes, and a fat body had Jake Miller's attention.

"Listen, Jake, I don't know what you're getting at," I said, avoiding his face. "I'm saying, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing, but do you wanna go out with me?"

Holy shit. Jake Miller just asked me out. JAKE FUCKING MILLER! I thought I was going to faint. "I-I don't know, I'm not really into that right now," I stated. It was true, I wasn't looking for a relationship right now.

"Come on, Amelia, give it a try," he pleaded. "One date. If you get sick of me, we never have to go out again." He looked into my eyes, and I beamed. How could I not? "Fine," I said. "One date."

He beamed, and said, "I'll pick you up at 8:00 ob Friday." I grinned ear to ear and nodded. He ran off, yelling, "WHOO!" He did the "yes!" thing with his arms and finished cartwheeling to the recording booth.

Damn, he's cute.