I sat on my couch with my newest step sister, Kylie, asleep in my arms. Samantha and I were watching Frozen but even Samantha looked like she was about to fall asleep. But it was also 11 o'clock and she was 3 years old. My phone went off and Kylie started to stir. I was freaking out inside but she finally stopped and went back to sleep.
I grabbed my phone and answered it. "What?"
"Woah, sorry I called. Are you still awake?" Jack's voice asked.
"Yes, but I'm babysitting. I told you that earlier," I told him, trying not to wake Kylie up, because once she was awake she didn't like to fall back asleep. It was a miracle I had gotten her to fall asleep in the first place.
"Can I come over?"
"I guess so. If you want to watch Frozen with a 3 year old."
"Good. Because I'm outside," he said and I heard a knock on the door.
"Just come inside. I have a sleeping baby in my arms."
I heard the door open and footsteps getting closer to where I was. Jack walked in and sat down next to me.
"What are you doing here?" I questioned.
"I figured you were bored babysitting so I thought I'd join you," he answered.
"Well it isn't exactly the most enjoyable thing I could be doing at the moment," I laughed, causing Kylie to stir and I stopped. "I swear to God, whenever her parents are here, nothing will wake her up, but I watch her for a few hours, everything wakes her up."
"So why does your dad put you in charge of her?" Jack questioned.
"That is a good question. Because he hates me probably. Ever since a few years ago when... Well you know. He doesn't really trust me, though, so I don't know why I get stuck watching them every time."
"So your dad, and his other children, hate you?" Jack asked.
"Pretty much the entire world hates me," I laughed.
"Not the entire world. I like you," Jack said, although I don't think he meant to, since his cheeks turned red.
"I don't think I've ever seen you blush," I smiled. "It looks good on you."
"I'm sure it does," he said, still blushing.
"Just trust me. It does."
***
Jack and I talked until the movie was over, and even after it was over, paying no attention to the movie anymore. We talked until Kylie woke up again.
"I'm the worst with children," I laughed as I tried to get her to stop crying.
"Here, let me try," Jack said, holding out his hands and I handed her to him. Almost immediately she stopped crying.
"I can't tell if she stopped crying because you're good with children or because she just hates me that much," I said, narrowing my eyes at her.
"Probably both," Jack teased. "Why didn't you just put her in her crib a long time ago?"
"I tried. But she woke up." I rolled my eyes. "I can't wait to leave in a few days."
"When are you going back?" Jack asked.
"Two days. When are you going back to L.A?"
"A few days. I don't know exactly. We just kind of go whenever we want," Jack said.
"I know. It makes me jealous. I wish I could do that."
"You could. Just hang out with Jack and I more often and you'll just end up somewhere someday."
"Tempting." I looked at the clock and saw it was already 1 a.m. "Why aren't they back yet?"
Jack shrugged. "What am I supposed to do with her?"
"Here," I said, taking Kylie. "Will you carry Samantha upstairs?"
"Sure." Jack picked up Samantha and followed me up the stairs. I took Kylie into one room and laid her down in her crib; this time she didn't cry, then I showed Jack where to put Samantha.
"Thanks for keeping me company," I said as we walked downstairs.
"No problem. It was all my pleasure," Jack smiled.
"I'll see you later," I said awkwardly.
"I'll see you later," Jack repeated in agreement and started turning around. But before he was fully turned around I grabbed him and pulled him down and I pressed my lips against his. He stood there in surprise for a couple seconds but eventually relaxed, putting his hands on my hips. I pulled away and my eyes got wide.
"I'm so sorry," I told Jack.
"It's fine," Jack said smiling and turned away. "I'll talk to you later, Lakyn."
My eyes were still wide and I felt a wave of regret wash over me, even though I didn't really regret anything. I had been wanting to do that again since the other night at the party but I had never had the courage to do it. I wasn't sure why I chose tonight to do it though.
Why didn't Jack say anything else? I asked myself. The regret had passed and now I was questioning whether Jack actually felt the way I did still. Maybe I was imagining everything. Maybe Jack was just being nice to me, maybe I was only hearing what I wanted to hear.
I had never felt this way about anything, normally I felt stupid and brushed it off after a while but even after a few hours I was still laying awake in my bed thinking about it. I felt like Crazy Eyes from Orange is the New Black and all I wanted to do was hit myself in the head repeatedly. I eventually over thought too much and felt my eye lids get heavier and after a few minutes, I was asleep.
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Hey guys! Thanks for reading!
I know I suck at updating but I've been super busy. I'm going to try to update again sometime this weekend/Monday.
On another note, I'm freaking out because of Ebola. Also, I won't post tomorrow because I'm going to homecoming and also going shopping with my friends because we don't have dresses.
Anyway, thanks again.
-Rianamays
