I Choose You

Chapter Fifty - Goofing

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I sat on my bed, knees hugged tight against my chest as i shook nervously.

"Alex, you gotta calm down," Jake said softly, rubbing small circles on my back. "It's all going to be okay."

"How do we know that? How do we know he won't burst through the window in the next fives minutes with a cleaver and slam it through my scull? How do we know he can't hear me right now? We don't know any of this, Jake; we never will. . . not until he attacks. The world is full of unknown possibilities, Jake, both good and bad. Something horrible could happened in this very hour and we wouldn't know until then. I hate it. All this chance does it make life so much harder to deal with. What can I do to protect myself? Nothing, that's what. You can't protect yourself from the unknown. I just wish I could know, I could know what kind of fireball would be shot at me nex. Maybe the possiblity of anything and everything could be good, in a way, but it's complete hell, Jake. I don't like living in fear. None of this is fun, none of this is what I deserve, or do I? Oh gosh, oh gosh, I'm going to die." I looked at my feet; did I really just ramble about that in front of others? Jake gripped my shoulders and shook me gently, then a little harder, making my head jolt back and forth a bit.

"Alex, shut up already. You'll be fine. Everything will be fine. He's bluffing or something, I bet. Chance is good. If everything was a straight line, how boring would that be. Let's just say, for sure, you're anything but a straight line. Have to be the most curved, fuckeed up line ever. Like a damn spiral that's out of control. But that's the best part about you, babe. You're not boring - you're awesome. So, you need to pull your shit together and get out there, and help find this guy! We fight for it, this ends two ways, I won't let it be any others: we win, or die trying. Right? Let's do this."

"I guess," I said, then swung my legs over the edge of my bed and began to make my way towards the bathroom.

"That's my boy," Jake called after me, clapping. Everyone else who was on their beds followed suit. Great.

I turned on the shower and grabbed myself a towel and checked for shampoo and soap (last time I went to shower, I was left without soap and had to have Greg get me some. Way too awkward for my liking.). I saw the bar sitting on a little dish that jutted out from the wall and various bottles of hair products (two of which said shampoo on them) on the rack hanging under the soap dish. I nodded and slipped out of my shorts, boxers and shirt, then pulled the curtain to the side and stepped into the shower and felt the steady stream of water drip down my back. I sighed a i stepped under the warm water fully, instantly relaxed by the constant pattern.

Once my shower was finished, I dried up as best as possible (and shook my hair out, slightly soaking the floor), wrapped my big, white towel around me and left th room, clutching my dirty clothes in one hand.

"Woo, hoo! He's ready for ya, Jake!" one of the guys teased, laughing at himself. That was basically how it went. Every time something that opened an oppurtunity for a joke about Jake and I, it was taken in full. I walked into the room naked, I was ready for him. And vice-versa. It was basically a cycle, and jokes were made about us daily.Some of they were extremely funny, others extremely annoying and over-used, others were just plain stupid. Either way, I got used to them pretty quick and got over the fact that every ay some dumb joke would be made. Jake, on the other hand, didn't get used to it so quickly. He would get pretty upset when someone would tease us about me being ready for him oir whatever, and I'd have to keep myself from laughing jst so I could prevent him from slapping the lad who made the joke. He warmed up to it, though, and now everyopne laughs whether the tease be actually funny or the lamest thing you've ever heard. It was just a habbit, I guess.

"Of course, sexy," I said, I always played along. The same jokes get tiring if you don't play along and give a spin to it. I strode over to Jake's bed and threw mydirty clothes on the floor and lifted my towel up my leg a bit, then wiggled my butt. I turned, as giving him a  full display of my towel-covered body. Then, I peeled the top corner of my towel away from the other. Everyone gaspedand Jake's eyes got wide, but i plaed it back in place.

"Woah, mate!" someone yelled. I sat down next to Jake and crossed my legs.

"Calm yourself, it was a joke. As if I would even."

"Not with them in the room, anyway." Jake joked, making everyone laugh. I nodded and kissed him for a while before someone interrupted, clearing their throat.

"Get a room." A pillow hit me in the face as I laughed, and I threw it back, missing everyone. It hit the wall and plopped onto the floor.

This is what I loved about this place, this room. We may be here for a miserable reason, but everyone in here gave it this crazy energy which just made you smile, no matter what mood you were in. It's like stepping through the doorframe made you happy, like you walked into Wonderland. Even if you're in there for mere minutes, something will make you laugh a bit. I couldn't have asked for any another situation to be trapped in a room with random men if I wouldn't be with these, for better or worse.

[A/N: Wowowowow, one more chapter left, I believe. I know I said 50, but I just couldn't use the plot. It was stuck. I didn't wantto rush it. the next chapter will probably be the end. Thank you for being the best readers ever, and than you for reading all of this time.

Can, maybe, I get 1.7k reads before this is over?

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