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He was so cute.

Jasper and I switched driving so he could get us to his friends house. His friend, he said, was 19 and lived in a house all alone. He didn't bother going to college,  just yet, but sorta planning on it.

We drove up and the house was, like, really big. His friend, Jacob (Or Jake), opened the door to greet us as we got out.

Just let me clarify, he was hot. Like, not, oh cool blonde hair. No. He was tall, almost 2 heads over me. His hair was messy, in a carefree I-put-to-much-time-into-this-but-you-shouldn't-tell hairstyle. It was black, with blue strands in it. His eyes were blue, so blue you couldn't look into his eyes for more than a couple seconds without going crazy.

Jasper was way different. He has blonde hair, a sandy color. It is straight, but he puts 'artifical curls' (as he calls it)  in it. He was a couple inches taller than me, not much, though. Jaspers' eyes are gray, like pretty night sky gray.

They were both so different, yet so alike.

I stood in a trance when I got close enough to see his dark blue strands in his hair. Jasper got me out of it though, by shoving me in the shoulder.

Jake started talking, "Hey, J! Who told you you could bring a plus one?" he was smiling that half up half down smile guys do when they flirt. Such a boy he was.

"Well, I figured you'd be okay with it, since you have this huge house." Jas said

"I'm Samara, Jaspers' best friend." I said.

"Best friend, eh, J?" He elbowed Jasper in his side as he blushed

"J?" I said, leaning against the porch column.

"Yea, I get to call him that ALL the time," said Jake "Isn't that right, J?"

"Er, uh yea." He scratched the back of his neck, nervously.

"I'm Jake, by the way," he said, patting my back leading us in the house.

A tabby cat was on the stairs that seemed to invade the entrance.

"Oh! that's Luna, my cat. She is so sweet." He went over and pet her.

"Well, " he said, " help yourself."

***AUTHORS' NOTE***

What do you think of Jake?

What about Luna? ;)

Peace and cookies,

-Olivia

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