I'm Not Famous!

Pompel

Jake's face is flushed red and it's kinda cute. His hazel eyes clouded as he chews on the straw and stares at his cards.

But I can tell he's not in a mood to deal with anything the logical way. He must've been in a pissed off mood when he came here, because I've never seen a mad drunken Jake. Jake doesn't get mad, but right now he seems pretty irritated.

I did manage to organize the empty cups in a way that doesn't seem alcoholic and ignore his comments. I'm aiming to make it better, not worse.

"Hey, are you gonna go or what?" He asks, tilting his head slightly.

I nod, playing a card.

Jake stares at his cards. He looks up at me, back at his cards, before taking a deep breath.

"Uuuugh~! Fuck me in my tight ass I don't know," He tosses down his cards, leans back in his chair and sips on his drinks.

'Fuck me in my tight ass' is not a thing I could even imagine Jake saying, but hey, it just left his mouth so who knows?

"Uh- So Jake, Could you come over to my house so we could discuss the...situation?" I ask. The loud music is booming, but there's no speaker near us. Also there's no lighting over here either, So it just looks...gloomy.

Jake finishes his drink and sits it on the table, "And ditch your new boyfriend? Nah. I'm not that kind of guy," Jake waves his hand in a dismissive way. Almost like shooing me away.

Boyfriend? I'm guessing he means Bryce, since I have been around him lately. Actually, I'm pretty sure Bryce left to go get his car repaired or something.

"No no we're not...we're not a thing. He left to go do something, anyway," I explain. Jake raises his eyebrows at me, seemingly not believing me.

"Really? But you sure were quick to bring him home. Which also ruined my plans, but, pfft, whatever!" Jake throws his hands up as the waiter comes and brings him another drink. He picks it up quickly, taking a sip.

"No...Uhm...I just..-"

"I have plans with my sister, anyway," Jake continues to sip his drink, tapping his nails to the beat of the song, "Maybe if you were more...considerate, I'd...plan another day with you," He trails off on certain words, spinning his straw in his drink. At times like this, I wish my emotions were more in check. Like how Jake doesn't cry in front of anyone unless something really bad happens.

For example, He broke down in sobs when his mother died, and I haven't seen him cry since. He gets kind of...dull? He smiles, but doesn't really laugh that much as he used to. Now it's just kind of chuckles and fake smiles. He also doesn't drive anymore, since he was there when his mother died in a car accident. He also avoids being anywhere near red pick up trucks, since that's what they crashed into, and convertibles, since that's what they were driving. It was a certain color of convertibles, but I can't remember which.

"Uhm...Well how about tomorrow?" I ask, tapping my foot nervously.

When Jake is mad at me, I get really nervous. I don't know why, but Jake being mad and drunk is even more nerve racking. It bothers me, even though I know Jake would never hurt me. Maybe it's the mask he took off, and it was sitting on the table when I came by. Maybe it's his look, which is a mixture of anger and confusion.

"If I remember this conversation. I probably won't," Jake shrugs, finishing the drink and sitting it down on the table.

"Well can I borrow your phone?" I ask. I can simply put it as a reminder, so he can be reminded of this tomorrow.

"Yeah, but ima need it back," Jake sits it on the table, and I quickly grab it before he could change his mind.

"Just don't go through my pictures. That's...that's mine," Jake lays his head on the table, wrapping his arms around himself, probably for warmth.

I set the reminder, titled, 'Ask Pompel about the meetup'. It was next to some other reminders, saying, 'Wish sis happy birthday', 'Wish Pompel happy birthday', 'Wish Williams a happy birthday', 'Wish Bengal happy birthday', 'Wish Sammy happy birthday', and lastly, 'Tell dad he sucks and throw a snowball at him'.

I get a quiet little snicker from that, and click out of the app. Just because he told me not to, I go to his pictures. The first one, a picture of him dabbing at what looks like a bar, with a confused bartender behind him. Clearly he didn't take the picture, and it looked hilarious. The second, a picture of Sammy. Many pictures of Sammy. Then a picture of Bengal. Many pictures of Bengal. I stumble across a picture of Clara, which looked beyond erotic. So I scrolled passed that quickly.
Next, are some random pictures of me.

One of me in a pink crop top and grey sweater, wearing a pink flower crown, holding a glass of some unknown (probably alcoholic) blue substance, and flipping off the camera with my tongue out. We looked to be in a bar of some sort, clearly outside judging from the night sky.
A picture of me in an oversized black jacket zipped up, messy hair and clearly laughing. It seemed like I was in the middle of Orange Justice. Which gives me a good laugh.
Another of me just sipping tea and reading, Another of me dabbing after winning a game of uno. I click out of this file, and go onto one called 'Ya like Jazz?'

In this one, is one picture. It's me holding a saxophone, pretending to play it, and smirking at the camera. I was in the old bedroom I had back in highschool, which is most likely when this was taken.

When I'm done with the phone, I power it off and place it on the table. Jake is seemingly sleeping, with his arms folded on the table and his head buried in his arms. He looked peaceful.