Stop Being Adorable

Chapter 1 : flashback

{{This story is in the POV of Yuuki, it may switch off onto Jake, not sure yet}}

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It was that winter 10 years ago, I was 12... He was 13.. I was at the park... We were at the park. Not together though. We met there, as I was attempting to build a snowman. I was frail and too weak to lift up the ball of snow, so he helped me.
When I was a bit younger my mom said to never look anyone in the eyes, told me they'd lie to be my friend.
It was an accident I swear, he, had picked up my glasses that had fallen, insisting to put them on me himself, so I let him.
He saw them that day. And he declared me his best friend, I don't know why though, he never said. It was a long silence before he had grinned like a fool and continued helping me.

I woke with a loud gasp, clutching the front of my loose gray T-shirt.

Silence.

Thunder struck and I squeaked like a child, clinging to my pillow before looking around the room, it wasn't my room. Getting up slowly, taking precious time, anxious for thunder to sound again. I opened the bedroom door to see a light further down the hallway, continuing down I came to a study, a light haired male sitting at the desk, gripping his hair in frustration.

"J-Jake...?" I mumbled softly in question, hoping my not yet settled eyes hadn't fooled me. He turned and looked at me with a soft smile, it was Jake.

"Yuuki? Why're you awake..?" He asked walking over to me, my eyes focused on the terrible stack of papers.

"It's storming... And.. I had woken up..." I mumbled again, a small part of me... Okay scratch that. All of me wanted him to just hug me and take me back to the bedroom.

"Awe..." He smiled sadly before gently grabbing the corner of my pillow, tugging my back to my bedroom. He turned the bedside lap on and moved the covers for me to get into them. I climbed in and looked at him.

"Its alright I promise..." He left his hand on my head, ruffling my already messy hair.

I fell asleep, only to wake up slowly to a blinding light. My friggin window. That was the best dream I had in about a month, come on now. I sat up combing my fingers through my bangs, sighing at the sad day ahead of me. And according to my schedule, I'm supposed to have a good one.. But it won't turn out that way.