Jaylen

flashback 7: Bestie

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This chapter has three parts, the first and second part is Jaylen's POV and the third id Jazzmen's POV.

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Jaylen

I woke up and I felt very rested. My eyes were still kinda shut so I couldn't see that well. I tried looking for my phone so I could check the time but I couldn't really see, so I rubbed my eyes in order to get them unstuck. I looked around and noticed that I wasn't in my room.

"Were am I?" I quietly said to myself. I knew I wasn't dreaming because Travis was laying right next to me and the last time I remember we were both together last night. I was still kinda tiered so I went back to sleep.

WAIT!!! I'm in Travis's bed and not in mine at home. What will my parents think, oh shoot!

I stood up from his bed and got all my things so that I could leave. I had all my things and I was ready to go, but I couldn't leave without saying bye. I also didn't want to wake Travis from his peaceful sleep because he looked so handsome and relaxed.

Yes I just said he was handsome.

I quietly rushed down the stairs whilst looking behind me in order to make sure I didn't wake Travis up. I then came up with a great idea, "let me write Travis a note."

I got into the kitchen, put my things on the counter and started looking through the drawers for a pen or pencil because there was already a piece of paper in my wallet.

I finally found a colored pen in the utensils drawer and I got very happy and screeched.

"Travis is that you in there" I heard a females voice call out. I'm guessing it was his aunt. Oh no.

I could hear her footsteps coming closer and closer, and I didn't know what to do, so I froze. "Good morning Tra..." She paused once she saw me in the kitchen. "Um... Who are you" she asked whilst she slowly started to move backwards. Her hand was slickishly making it's way to one of the drawers, trying to find a utensil to stab or throw me with. I don't know.

"Don't worry I'm one of Travis's friends. You must be his aunt right? He has told me alot about you." I lied, trying to not get myself killed.

She than let go of the drawer and put her hand on her chest, "phew, I thought you were a thief." She said whilst breathing heavily and laughing at herself, so I also started to laugh with her although I didn't find this funny.

"I'm used to seeing girls come up and down those stairs, I guess its never to late to try out new things, right?" She asked and it made me feel very uncomfortable. Did she think Travis and I were having... yuck, I'm still young, happy and a virgin.

"No! Um... Travis and I are just friends" I quickly said but she didn't seem to believe it because she still had a smirk on her face, so I quickly took my things from the table and rushed out the house feeling very uncomfortable.