Outnumbered | Jake Brockman X Reader

Dead Mouse

Last year was.. well, it sure was something.

There were a lot of bad things about it but there was really one good thing that came out of it.

I made an awesome friend. Who woulda thought me, of all people would become friends with Jake Brockman? I know I certainly didn't. The problem was, that I'm friends with Emily Davis and Rebecca Wilson, who hated his guts last year. I hate to admit it, but if I hadn't actually tried to talk to him, I might hate him too.

I actually hadn't seen him for a while but as today was our first day back at school (we were going to be in year 8) I was really excited because I was going to get to see him. And all my other friends, of cource.

"Hi Chelski!" I heard as I entered the school gates. I turned around to see my best friend Rebecca arriving at the exact same time as me.

"Hey Rebecca. How was your summer since I saw you?" We had been to Thorpe park during the holidays after I got back from Spain. I go every year but I went with Rebecca this year as her family decided to go and invited me as well.

"Pretty boring apart from Thorpe park, but you know about that," She said.

The rest of that day was absolutely horrifying. There was a new girl in our class called Jo, and we all had to listen to her bragging about how amazing she thinks she is.

Well, she didn't exactly say she was amazing but we all knew she thought she was. She cooks meals for her family and plays clarinet for the English National Youth Orchestra. I get that there isn't anything wrong with that but she's just so annoying!

What made it even worse is that she kept trying to talk to me. It was really annoying Jake. Speaking of Jake, I'm at his house right now doing homework. I don't think Pete and Sue like me anymore. I'm not sure why, I just have this feeling.

When they came into the kitchen and saw us, they started talking really quietly. And darting glances at me.

"That was weird," I said, after they had left the room.

"Yeah, I think it's because your a girl," he said.

After we had finished our homework, we heard Karen complaining about somebody killing a mouse.

"Murderer!" She shouted - I think - at Sue.

"What?" Sue asked.

"You murdered a mouse and now it's in a trap in the laundry room,"

"I thought you were going to sort it," Sue said to Pete.

"Sorry,"

"Murderer!" Karen shouted again.

"Why are you blaming me?" Sue asked.

"You can't have mice in the house can you?" Pete asked.

"Why not?"

Karen really does love animals, doesn't she.

"Because they're dirty and they smell,"

"So does Ben,"

"They run around in the house and poo everywhere,"

"So does Ben,"

Then Ben came in and said, "That's not fair, I had diarrhoea,"

Karen made a full on funeral for the mouse and gave it a cheese sandwich.

These kids are crazy.

"On Gordon Ramsey, who puts the beeper in their mouths?" Karen asked later on.

"Who else have you asked?" I said.

"Everyone else," she replied.

Jake sighed. "Karen, they don't put it in their mouthes, they add it in after!" Jake said, annoyed.

"But how do they know that they're going to say something bad?"

"It's not filmed live, Karen. They record it a while before it's on tv to add in special effects and that includes the beep noise," I explained. I don't think she understood any of what I said, but it was worth a shot.

Karen made a confused face as if she was trying to work it out. And then she walked off.

Jake POV:

After Chelsea had left a few hours later, dad had this really weird conversation with me. About sex.

"So, Jake" dad said after I sat down in the kitchen.

"You're twelve now, and I thought now might be as good a time as any to have, um, to have a little chat about certain physical changes-"

"No! No, dad don't do this," I said.

"Well you don't even know what I'm going to say,"

"Yes I do,"

"Well what?"

"Look we've covered it all in school,"

"Oh fair enough,"

"And I had a long chat with grandad about it,"

"Grandad?" He asked and blinked. "What did he say?"

"Well he just gave me loads of advice,"

"What kind of advice?"

"He said always look at the mums""

"Why?" Dad said, confused.

"Because will often end up looking like their mothers. He said he wished he'd taken a better look at grans mum,"

"Did he? Anyway, he, um, he's probably thinking about the longer term. In the shorter term, you might find yourself developing, um, feelings about-"

I walked off, not wanting to hear anymore. "Dad, I'm twelve you know. Why is it you older generation you old people your always obsessed with drugs and sex-"

"All I'm trying to do is set you on the right path-"

"I won't be having sex till I'm fourteen.. fifteen. Hopefully,"

"What? I'm not sure that's very good - you know there are legal issues, there are-"

"STDs?"

"W- yes. But there are things you need to think about like-"

"Pregnancies?"

"Pregnancy, yeah," then he pulled yet another confused face.

"Yeah I know about it dad just, don't go on about it,"

He waited a bit then said, "okay," and then mumbled something.

"What?" I asked.

"It's cool, I won't go on about it,"

"You c- you can't say cool, dad at your age,"

"I can't say 'cool'?"

"Yeah your too old,"

"What me, a member of the generation of first used the word cool? That is no longer allowed to say 'cool',"

"Yeah there's like a lim a limit where you stop saying words like that or you get to your age and you can say words like 'bingo', not 'cool',"

"Bingo? I'm not a fighter pilot in the Second World War-"

"Dad-"

"So what words am I allowed to use? Im not old!"

A/N

I'm sorry I didn't update for a few days I was doing other things.

As you can see, Jo's still there so something might happen between her and Jake but I guess you'll just have to find out for yourselves :)

See ya ✌🏽