Rays of Hope

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: Avery’s POV

It was around five, when I walked from the subway back to my apartment, splashing through the puddles as I went. It had been raining when I had left for school, and I still was at the moment.

Reaching my home, I brush the raindrops off of my eyelashes and open the front door.

To my shock, there was rain water covering the floor of my apartment. My home had flooded while I was gone! Panicking, I reached for the phone to call someone. However, I did not know who. I couldn’t call Ray, for we were still mad at one another.

Then, I realized. I could call Jesse! Quickly dialing his number from the landline, I waited for the rings to stop before explaining to him my problem.

After the reassurance that he was on his way, I sloshed through the water on the floor in my rainboots and perched on the couch.

Five minutes later, Jesse and I are transferring the water from my apartment out the window. Not the best idea, but it worked. The rain outside finally stops and we finish clearing my apartment of the water.

We sit down on the couch and decide to watch a movie. Luckily, the flood wasn’t too bad so it didn’t reach any electrical wires or outlets, so everything still worked. This was a blessing, for I could not afford to replace everything.

I put the movie Love Actually on and sit down next to Jesse, putting my head on his chest. He’s so comfortable, I bet Ray isn’t nearly as comfortable as Jesse. Speaking of Ray, I wonder what he’s doing right now. I wonder whether after our awkward encounter the other day made him not want anything to do with me. I decide to stop thinking about the jerk who’s making me not enjoy this movie, and focus on the amazing guy next to me. It’s weird that I just met Jesse, he’s such an awesome person and understands me, I feel like we were friends in a past life.

After watching Love Actually, we just relax and watch  reruns of The Office, my favorite show, which surprisingly, isn’t Jesse’s favorite. He scrunches up his nose in disgust when I begin to play The Office, but I convince him that since I had a hard day, I should choose what show we watch.

“How can you not like this show?” I question, genuinely curious.

“It’s just too boring and when they try to be funny, it’s just weird and gross,” he explains.

“But Michael is so funny in a perverted way!” I exclaim. “And Pam and Jim are just the cutest couple.”

“Nah I think we’re cuter,” he winks. I laugh and give the tip of his nose a kiss, in which he swats my face away from his with a grin.

After watching five episodes, I begin to doze off on Jesse’s lap. My head was resting in the space between his shoulders and neck, in the very crook, for we were both laying sprawled over the couch. The last thing I see him doing is reaching over and stealing the remote from my grasp, and switching the channel to soccer.

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I nuzzle my face into Jesse’s chest unconsciously, before fully waking up, releasing a gigantic yawn. Jesse wakes up after me, and wraps his arms tighter around me.

“Good morning Avs!” he says to me, in that sexy, sleepy voice of his.

“Is it morning already?” I groan, shutting my eyes again.

Jesse laughs and gives me a tiny nudge, slightly pushing me up and off of his chest, which I was currently lying on. Propping myself up with my elbows, I roll off of him, stand up, and smile at him.

“Do you want me to make you breakfast Jes?” I ask him, offering him a stretched out hand in order to help him get up. He groans as he finally stands, stretching off any sleep still remaining in his body.

I grin up at him and ruffle his shiny, blue hair. Jesse was a drama major, and liked to show off how creative he was by dying his hair random colors. At the moment it was a medium blue color that almost matched his eyes. His hair color changed sometimes three times a month, he told me, so I would never know what to expect with it.

“Aw Ave, I can help!” Before I can protest, he runs past me and I suddenly hear a loud crash, causing the stuff around me to shake a little. I pace into the kitchen, only to see Jesse on the ground, his jeans wet from the floor that was still damp from the flood yesterday. I can’t help but laugh at him while he looks up at me, pouting in an adorable way with his ice blue eyes twinkling. I begin to feel bad for laughing as a single tear rolls off his cheek.

I know that Jesse is acting, so I lightly kick him in the side, smiling and shaking my head. “Good one, but I laughed anyway,” I tease. He chuckles, his fake tears stopping, as he gets up from the floor.

We look through the fridge and begin making pancakes, with myself doing most of the work and Jesse mixing the bowl and licking the spoon.  

When we finish, Jesse goes randomly runs outside, leaving me very confused. He comes back, panting as he puts daisies into a cup of water and places it in the middle of my dinner table, which is only a two person table.

“Wala!” he cries, spreading his fingers apart and shaking them, almost like jazz hands. He then runs around the table to pull out my chair, gesturing for me to take my seat.

“What a gentleman you are,” I mock a posh accent, putting my hand out so he can kiss it.

He kisses the back of my hand, making his lips create a smacking noise in mock poshness.

“Anything for the lady!” he replies in a false British accent.

“Next time you audition for something, never use that accent, they’ll kick you out.”

“Why!” Jesse cries, feigning an offended tone. “I think this accent is splendid!”

I just laugh, not having anything else to say to him.

Somehow between the laughs, jokes, and talks we share, we manage to finish our breakfast.