Yeah.. I Know.

Chapter 5: Choices

When we got to the house Charlie and Jesse were arguing over something, "Who do you think you are?!"

"I believe my name is Better Than You!"

Before it got too out of hand I stepped in, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What's going on here?" This made both of them start trying to talk at the same time over each other. "Hey! One at a time! Charlie. You first." Charlie's face got red, "He thinks he owns everything! First he eats the last fruit roll up, then he turns the channel while I was watching something-." Jesse interrupted him, "I think I own everything? Haha number one: I think I'm in a better position than you to tell her about my actions, and number two: at least I don't act like a baby about everything!" It was weird watching them argue over something so stupid so I said, "Ok you guys need to get the testosterone in check, and calm down before I lock both of you in a closet till you come out holding hands and singing love songs!" This made both of them shut up just because of the fact that I've done it before, as well as sitting on the couch holding hands and telling each other 10 things they like about the other. "Thank you. Now both of you idiots need to apologize." Both of them looked at each other like they just found both of their moms in a strip club and apologized. "Anybody hungry? No? Ok, well, that's surprising. I'm gonna go upstairs and order my modeling clothes if anybody needs me." As I walked upstairs I heard footsteps behind me. When I looked back I saw Brandon. "Hey, what are you doing?" This made him chuckle, "My room is right next to yours... remember?" Now I'm embarrassed, "Y- yeah right. goodnight." I stuttered. "Oh and Kaitlyn?"

"Yeah?"

"You looked really hot while you were running." Did he really just say that? As I worked up a reply I could feel the heat riding from my chest to my cheeks, "Oh uh.. Thanks. You too?" And with that we exchanged smiles and went our separate ways. The rest of that night I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about what Brandon said. Did he really think I looked hot?

Around the middle of the night when I finally fell asleep I was woken up by Jesse, who was creeping into my room, "What do you think you're doing?" This made him freeze in his tracks, "I-I-I uh... Had a bad dream. And it really freaked me out." Surprise, surprise. "Well maybe if you stopped watching all those gory scary movies you wouldn't have nightmares. Am I right?" Even though it was dark, you could tell he was blushing by now, "Yeah, maybe. But I was... I was wondering if I... Could maybe. Um. Sleep in here? If it's too weird I don't have to but-" I cut him off, "Fine. It's fine. Come on. But if you try anything. And I mean anything. You, my friend, will be leaving with a pretty black eye." As I said this I made room in the bed and flipped the covers over, all the while he was mumbling, "Ok. I get it. Alright." When he finally got comfortable I said, "So what were you and Charlie arguing over?" He hesitated, "It was because I borrowed a pair of his shorts without asking." This made me fume, "He blew up over that? And why did you borrow them in the first place? you have plenty of shorts.. If you don't I'll have to buy some more and-" This time he cut me off, "Yeah. I could use some more shorts, and I don't see why it was such a big deal." Something doesn't seem right about all this. Charlie didn't usually explode over little stuff like that unless... "Wait were they grey with a diagonal white stripe across the front?" He shifted so he was looking at me, "Yeah, why?" I knew it, "Jesse! Those are his favorite, lucky shorts! No wonder he blew up. Ok, from now on you have to ask before you borrow anything, and I'm gonna tell him to let you borrow stuff, and you have to let home borrow stuff. But let me tell you, this can't happen again. Do you know how weird it was watching you two argue over something so stupid?" He groaned, "Yes. I do. Now can we go to sleep?" This time I sighed, "Yes. Goodnight."

"Night."

The next morning I woke up and Jesse was passed out beside me with his arm draped over my back and his legs spread out in all directions. Hm. Messy sleeper. When I went to throw his arm off of me he shifted to where he was sucking his thumb in a fetal position. I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Jessepoo! Time to wake up!" I said it in my most babyish voice I could manage while still laughing my but off. He groaned and mumbled, "Five more minutes!" And with that I jumped on him making him yell and roll over while giving me a death glare, "There's other less violent ways to wake me up ya know." This made me laugh even harder. "Well apparently you sleep like the dead, and no other less violent way would work." After that I heard him mumble, "Yeah, yeah, sure. Whatever." this made me chuckle, "Awwww is somebody not a morning person?" He turned from where he was rubbing the sleep from his eyes, "Nobody would be a morning person if they were woken up by somebody, who is a lot heavier than they look, jumping on them." This annoyed me, "Haven't I ever told you it's not nice to comment on any lady's weight?" And with that I went into the bathroom to get ready.

When I got downstairs the smell of muffins was so overwhelming, I had just realized the hunger ache in my stomach. I walked into the kitchen to see Brandon setting down a muffin tray onto a hot pad. "Did you make these all by yourself?" When I said this his head snapped up an angry expression on his face, probably made for the person who had scared him, myself, but when he saw it was me he just smiled, "Whoa you scared me. And no, I had my magical elves come in here and make them all for me. Yes I made them. Remember when I said I wasn't completely helpless? Yeah, I can cook."

This was completely surprising to me, I mean, he said something like that before but I thought he was kidding, "So, Mr. Rookie has the ability to cook muffins from a box, what else can you do? Can he work a lawn mower? Cause the house and fields need some trimming." This made him smile, "I can cook almost anything as long as I have a recipe, and yes, I can work a lawn mower." I don't know what was on my face but it made him defend himself even more, "I can also snowboard, and do yard work." I didn't know why but I just didn't feel the need to tell him that I usually hired people do do yard work for me. "Snowboarding? That's really cool! Maybe I can have my photo shoot in Colorado this weekend and we can go skiing and snowboarding when I'm done! Plus it would be quite an awesome theme." This made his eyes light up bit you could tell he wasn't sure, "Yeah! That would be pretty cool..." Immediately I was concerned because he didn't answer. He just shifted in his chair uncomfortably, "What's wrong? Do you want to go or not?" He opened his mouth to form words but nothing came out, he closed his eyes and pointed his head down, "I need my board." That was all that came out, "Well, where is your board?" He looked at me, "It's home." Was all he said. And that was enough. "Couldn't I just buy you another one?" Now he looked like he had given up, "Never mind, let's just have the shoot here." And with that he walked away. The hurt in his voice was too obvious to bear. It made my chest tighten up making me feel claustrophobic. I needed to get out. I decided to go to the only place nobody knew about. There was a secret door in the back of my closet. It had a TV, a fridge full of Ben & Jerry's ice cream, and a circular couch with lots of fluffy blankets. Obviously this is the place I go when I need to get away and feel independent and safe, but still be in the house. I was busy watching a chick flick and downing a cookies and cream carton when down the stairs came the one and only, Charlie. Great, so much for secret escape. "What are you doing here?" I asked with annoyance dripping from every word. He looked at me and smiled his famous grin that always had girls tripping over themselves to see again, "I think Colorado would be a great place for a photo shoot."