Trying to Forget You

Chapter 6: Make-up

I wake up and roll around to face my alarm clock, which reads 12:00am.

I snuggle back under my covers, wanting nothing more than to escape from this world and go back into my own world, where I am dreaming of fighting off zombies.

Suddenly, I feel my phone buzz under my pillow, vibrating my head. I quickly rummage under my pillow and grab my silver flip phone.

Looking at the screen, I find a text from Jake. I open it swiftly,

Ella, please call me. I can't stand you being mad, I am really sorry!
-Jake

I click on 'call' and listen for him to pick up. It's only a few more seconds before I hear his voice.

"Ella?" his mumbled voice asks.

"Uh, hi Jake." I reply. I fall back and lay my head down on my pillow, closing my eyes.

"Ella! I am so sorry. I never meant any of that."

I smile, knowing he meant it. But, still slightly aggravated and desiring to throw him for a loop I say in a snotty voice,

"It's totally over Jake. I'm breaking up with you."

I hear silence following for a few seconds and realize he thinks I am serious.

"Jake, I am kidding." I say seriously.
I hear him make a ragged breath, so loud that it almost sounds like he is right next to me.

I open my eyes and look around. I gasp when I spot him staring at me through my balcony.

I drop my phone and run to the doors, opening them with little force. How did he even get up here?

I stare up at him, his sweet lips are turned down into a frown; his eyes look lightly misty.

He grabs me by my waist and pulls me close. I hug him back, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I was just kidding." I plead, my eyes beginning to water. I feel terrible, I was just wanting a small reaction out of him, like a laugh or for him to joke back. I never expected him to reaction this way.

He kisses my forehead. "Baby, don't ever scare me like that again okay? I seriously felt my heart shatter." he whispers in my ear.

I start to cry, I am not even sure why. I just felt a lot of emotions coming over me, regret, sadness, guilt, embarrassment.

Jake picks me up and sits me down on my bed. "You sure cry a lot." he says with a small laugh.

I look at the bed and I let another tear fall onto the quilt, letting a few hiccups escape.

Jake bites his lip, "Ella, please don't cry. Do you remember our promise?"
I nod then sniffle, "Yes. You told me that everyday you would make me smile."

He nods and smiles, "Yes, and you're not smiling. My heart doesn't like that."
I bite my lip and look at my fingers. I still feel bad, I shouldn't have yelled at him last night.

"Jake, it's just I still feel bad," I say, voicing my thoughts, "I didn't mean to react the way I did last night. I am really sorry."

"Stop apologizing." he responds, lifting my chin up to make eye contact with him. "If anything, I should be saying sorry. I really am."

And before I can speak another word he leans in and steals a kiss from my lips.

I kiss him back, letting that tingle flow from my head to my toes like electricity. Behind my eyelids are blooming colors, exploding like fireworks on the Fourth of July.