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5 more minutes (Part 1) Jake x reader

It was nearly 2am when the text flashed on your screen: Ronnie 💩:hey dipshit. Are you up? Come over.
Of course I was up. I grabbed the phone and texted back I'm always up. What's up though? It only took a couple of minutes before she texted back. Ronnie 💩: let's have a sleepover. My parents and none of my stupid brothers are home. Not that I would've minded if any of her brothers were over. Especially jake. Okay. Omw.

The ride was only a few minutes away, although it took me longer because I had to pack pjs and snacks for our late night movies. As I pulled up to the familiar home, I breathed a sigh of relief at the lack of cars in the driveway. Only the living room light was on, and I was happy to see Ronnie's silhouette through the curtains. As I walked up to the door, it swung open and I was enveloped by Ronnie. "Finally loser. Took you long enough." I held up the snacks and looked at them pointedly. "Because I had to get our fatasses snacks."

After a couple of Adam Sandler classics, I decided that I was too tired to pay any more attention. "Ronnie? I'm really tired I think I'm gonna go to bed." She smirked and shrugged "suit yourself. I'm watching Billy Madison. If you want a bed you can sleep in jake's room. It's the cleanest." I could've swore I saw a hint of mischief in her large brown eyes.

As I climbed the stairs to Jake's room, I started to feel really nervous. Why did Ronnie look so smug? Was she gonna tell Jake? I really didn't want to deal with all of the possible shit that would follow. I sighed and turned the knob to his room, inhaling the familiar and interesting scent of him. His room was filled with his essence. There were a couple of posters anchored to his walls, a bookcase full of novels, a guitar stand with one of his oldest guitars at it's center, and the large navy blue covered bed. I sighed as I neared his bed, feeling like I was invading such a personal space, which of course, I was. I peeled off my day clothing, and pulled on my pjs. Then, I approached his bed. I pulled the soft covers back, and crawled underneath their cool surface. As I lay down and pulled them closer around my body, I was overtaken by how much they smelled like him. They smelled like musk and pine. It reminded me of every hug we'd ever shared, and suddenly, I felt very alone. Why did I have to like him? Out of everyone in the world, of course I had to choose my best friend's older brother. Nothing was going to happen between us, and now I just had to make things worse by sleeping in his fucking bed. Eventually I could feel sleep taking over, and all thoughts faded from my head.

I woke up to the sunlight. I stretched my arms and suddenly felt something  against my hand. What the fuck? Why would Ronnie be in here? I turned my head to the source of the feeling, and almost fell off of the fucking bed.

Jake was in the fucking bed. He must've sensed my movement, because he started to stir. Oh fuck. Shit shit shit—
I was met with gorgeous brown eyes; and I had to keep myself from gasping. He rolled over fully and yawned. Then he spoke on his deep, husky voice" good morning sunshine. Pretty comfy bed huh?"
I was speechless. "I'm not mad. You're too cute." He continued. "I'm sorry." I breathed out, sitting up to leave "Ronnie said I could sleep here. I'll get going" I hurried, until I was met with his hand around my wrist. "You don't need to leave. I like you here." He whispered the last part. I felt my eyes blow wide, and I shuddered under his touch. "Just 5 more minutes."