Seven is a Five Letter Word (3 - complete)

55. (Thursday, May 08, 2012)

                -Jesse Jackson-

                I raced back to Morgan’s house in my own car. I wasn’t going to take Nate’s. Ew, that would mean that I would be sitting with Nate. No way. Even if Morgan was going, I wasn’t going to go with them. So, I thought I’d do something impressive with Morgan’s room as a thank you for having us over, because, really, the gesture was sweet.

                So, I know for a fact that they’re both likely to be home soon. I mean, I was let in by Morgan’s mom (I know where Morgan got her hotness from. That woman = MILF.) and I know they’re going to try and beat the traffic back. I know I did, but that’s because I took a different route. I have about…four minutes, maybe?

                Grabbing the candle’s next to me, I began lighting them all. Speeding around the room, I knew Morgan’s mom would be wondering what I was doing because I was bouncing around but I got all the candles lighted and then sat down on the bed.

                Now, I knew I only had twenty seconds because I heard a car pull up into the garage. This is going to be perfect because I know Nate’s going to go straight to the fridge and get something to eat (that boy is a slob) and then he’s going to go and watch something crap on the telly which I would be watching if I was at home, but I’m not, so while he’s there, Morgan’s going to come upstairs and make sure her room is clean, and she’ll see what I’ve done with the place. She’ll love it.

                How romantic.

                Wait, I think someone’s coming up the stairs.

                Okay, everyone be REAL quiet. No, wait, I’m the only person in here. What am I talking about? Wait, I’m not talking, I’m thinking. Why am I thinking to myself? Oh, God, all this mushy stuff is making me mad.

                Looking up at the door, the footsteps got louder until the door handle turned. I waited, the candles not heating my skin at all. (Damn, left my jacket in the car…)

                “Looks like we beat dumbass back, Mor—”

                My shoulders sagged. Brilliant, Nate had to walk into the bedroom instead.

                “Oh, Jesse, you did beat us back,” Nate said, looking in from the doorway, a grin apparent on his face. “When did you get here?”

                “A while ago.” I replied, a little colder than I wanted too. Yo, it’s not that I didn’t like Nate, because I did, it’s just… he’s close to my girl. I want to be her best friend, and guys don’t like sharing things at the best of times. 

                “Oh, cool.” Nate looked around the window and I stayed as still as I could. “What’s with the candles, trying to impress Morgan? Think she’d come upstairs first?”

                “No.” I said with total confidence. “I was doing it for her mom. Her wallpaper didn’t compliment the light from the candles so I came into Morgan’s room instead.”

                Nate made a face and I left my own lips curling up.

                “What did you say?” a muffled reply came from downstairs. I turned my attention towards the sound of the voice rapidly and Nate caught on.

                “Oh, I see. You’re affected by Morgan’s voice. You waitin’ for her to come up? For me to go away?” 

                “Yeah, piss of.”