I'm Not Famous!

Pompel

Waking up to the sun in my eyes, I lift up from my fluffy bed. I notice a silhouette in my doorway, texting on his phone and wearing a suit.
I already know it's Jake.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, getting up quickly and putting on a shirt.

Seriously, Just because we're friends doesn't give you the authority to get into my house. At least text me first, So you wouldn't have to see me in my underwear!

He looks at me, running a hand through his blonde hair, "Oh, Good morning, Pompy. I wanted some tea before work, and you make the best tea," He smiles at me.

God, really? This dude is gonna be a CEO and he's busy messing with a model wannabe like me. I sigh.

"Yeah...go sit on the couch or something. I don't even look presentable right now," I roll my eyes.

He nods and walks out of my room, closing the door behind him.

Why does he even mess with me? I mean, I know we're really good friends, but I'm not benefiting him at all. Does he get joy from watching people less successful than him?

No, he's not that kind of person.

I walk down the hall to the bathroom, opening the door and closing it behind me as I start the shower.
I quickly wash my hair and body, knowing Jake's probably on a time limit and doesn't have time for me to wonder about life in the shower. I get out and dry off, the smell of strawberries from my shampoo and soap making me smile.

I walk back to my room, quickly searching for an outfit. I settle for a simple white t-shirt, black jeans and a grey sweater. I slip on some fuzzy socks and walk back out.

That's when I noticed the sizzling and soft hum coming from the kitchen. There's also the smell of pancakes.

"Jake..?" I ask, walking into the kitchen. He's standing at the stove, humming as he sways his hips and flips the pancakes on the pan. He took off his tie and blazer, now wearing a white button down shirt and black slacks.

"Hm?" He doesn't look at me, sprinkling blueberries in the batter, "I know you usually like chocolate, but I'm assuming you're on a diet because of that shoot you have today, right?" He tilts his head towards me.

I didn't tell him that. Nor did I tell anyone else besides the company. I raise an eyebrow, "How do you...?"

"Bossdad told me. He said your working with our partnering company. So we'll probably cross paths, but rarely." Jake places the cooked pancake on a plate, then pours some more batter in the pan.

I hum and grab the kettle from a cabinet. I pour some water in it and place it next to Jake's pan. I'm surprised Jake has time to help with breakfast, since he's usually busy. Not really busy, but decently busy.

His phone rings and he answers, placing it between his ear and his shoulder, "Heyo!"

I try not to listen to their conversation as I put a tea packet in the kettle and sit on an empty counter top. Jake's quiet as whoever he was on the phone with rambles on. I noticed he seemed pretty unfazed and bored at the conversation. He flips the second pancake,

"Dad you're rambling again," He reminds, tapping his foot.

Jake's dad is the current boss of the company. Jake's mother was gonna be the heir before Jake, but she passed before Jake's dad could die. Jake doesn't dislike his dad, but he doesn't exactly like him either. They have a weird relationship that I don't like think about.