Breathe (Anthony Trujillo)

*29

Not all of the house realized that I'm back yet. The one that I really want to talk to is Jake. We haven't talked since we've posted the videos. I swing my legs over the side of the bed. I stretch my arms over my head and stand up.

I make my way out of Anthony's room and downstairs. I got to the living room and peek around the corner. Chance, Justin, Ray and Erika are sitting on the couch watching TV.

"Hey? Is Jake home?" I ask walking into the room, standing at the end of the couch. They all look at me, Erika rolling her eyes after giving me the body check. I furrow my eyebrows and look down, I'm only in my black puma sports bra and spandex.

"At least my clothes are covering my goods." I glare at her. She huffs and leaves the living room. I shrug and look back at Chance, Ray and Justin.

"I think he is outside." Justin speaks up. I nod with a smile and make my to the front door. I open the tall front door and walk out onto the concrete stairs. I spot him in the side yard with Apollo.

"Hey Jake?" I get his attention. He looks up, he motions for Apollo to sit. He obeys and sits down next to Jake. I make my way over to him and Apollo. I close my eyes slowly, as the dark green gras caresses the bottom of my feet.

"I just wanted to make sure, there was no tension between us, or anything." I sit down in the grass next to Apollo. He shakes his head shrugging.

"Clearly there is, because you haven't spoken an actual word to me." I sigh. I pick at the grass waiting for him to say something.

"So?" He grumbles. I roll my eyes.

"Jake, what is wrong with you?" I ask frustrated standing up. He takes a big breath and rubs his forehead.

"I'm stressed, Tish! This internet bullshit is getting to me!"

He breaks. I look over to the house as Chad comes out.

"Chad! Call to Apollo please!" I yell to him. He nods and start calling for the small dog. Apollo's ears perk up and he trots over to Chad, they both enter the house, the door closing behind them.

"Want me to be honest with you?" I ask. He furrows his eyebrows at me. Slowly nodding.

"What you put out there is bullshit. You make it so people deem you as this hard ass guy who doesn't care about others, who only cares about numbers, and his popularity. Stop doing that, open up to your fans, if they can't understand it, then let them leave, fuck them. Be you."

I poke my finger into his chest.

"You play this role, of a 20 year old immature little boy, who doesn't have his priorities straight. You do things that you wouldn't do off camera, like breaking Justin's car window? Come one Jake. That's a dick move, that I know for a fact wouldn't even cross your mind off camera. Stop putting up an act, show them who you really are. That doesn't mean you can't have fun, and still pull our little pranks, but don't put yourself up as a dick head."

I hold his eye contact for the conversation. He gives me a small smile.

"You know, out of the few people I mentioned this to, you're the only one that was 100% honest with me. They all told me 'it will get better', I've been told that from a month into my YouTube career." He chuckles.

"That's why you Jake Paul, need me Tish Brooks, in your lil old life." I playfully nudge his shoulder. He embraces me in a bear hug.

"Thank you, and we're good. No more problems." He smiles letting me go.

"Perfect." I smile. We both walk back to the house together. When I step into the threshold of the front door, a bucket of water gets poured over my head. I close my eyes, my arms out to my sides dripping, my mouth agape.