One Of The Guys

Chapter 12

************Jake POV************

When we get upstairs, we stop and look at each other. There's not enough room for both of us and our stuff in her room.

"Ummmmm." I say, unsure of what to say. I don't even consider Mike's room. And I can tell that she doesn't either.

Her face brightens and she leads me into her room. She opens a door that's hidden by a coat rack. It opens into a room that's about the same size as hers. It has a dresser, desk, and some furniture in it already.

"I forgot it was here. But Mike and I used to play in here all the time." She says, smiling sadly.

"Are you sure?" I ask.

"Definitely. " She says, smiling for real.

I nod. And we go into the room. I set my stuff down and start to unpack. Taylor helps me by folding clothes and putting them in the dresser.

************Taylor POV************

I help him unpack all his clothes and possessions. I get to the bottom of the last suitcase and find a wad of money.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Oh, um. My dad gave me it. He told me to, uh, take good care of you." He says, blushing at the last part.

"Oh. Well if you see him, thank him for me." I say.

We start setting up his room in silence. A comfortable silence. I run out and get him pillows, sheets, and a comforter. When I come back in, I make his bed. Then we survey the room together.

"You're not half bad at this, Green." Jake says, smirking at me. I laugh.

"Whatever. I could say the same about you." I reply.

"You know, I have to go through your room every morning. What if your changing?" Jake asks, his face serious.

"Knock first." I say. Then I realize he was being a smart ass, so I punch him. Hard.

"What was that for?" He asks, rubbing his arm.

"Being a smart ass." I reply. Then I walk into my room, shutting the door behind me.