Lovers

Ch. 19: Compass

Compass- The Neighbourhood

"You'll tell me if I'm acting like a fool. I know that you're not something to lose, now. I've got something to confess. I'd keep you in my pocket to use. You're my only compass. I might get lost without you. Could you tell me where to go? You're always there to help me when I'm down. I'm lucky you've been keeping me around. You're the star I look for every night. When it's dark, you'll stick right by my side."

Jake P.O.V.

God, I can hear her laugh all day if I could. For the past three days, Dawn and I have been talking nonstop on the phone. It's usually before she falls asleep. It only last about an hour or so, but I love every second of it. I wish I could drive to San Francisco every night, but Dawn texted me the next morning, 'never again.' I thought she was mad that I did, but she still called that night, and we had a good laugh.

She even answers in the morning when we are both having coffee. It's like a little date, but no one knows it.

Len is a bit nosy, always noticing that I'm using the house phone. I told his ass, if it bothers him, I'll pay for the bill. He doesn't mind, he says, but he still asks, "I thought you had a cellphone?"

"I do, but I prefer the house phone. Is it a problem?"

"Oh no," he answers shyly. I don't care, I'll give him an extra 30 just so he would stop complaining about my phone hogging.

It's been a few days since my move in, and I haven't had a meal with the loser, so I texted him the night before that I would have breakfast with him. Well, I'll have a coffee, and he'll have whatever.

I awake from my four-hour slumber, and I begin to smell bacon and hash browns. I stay in my pajama bottoms and head out to the hallway. Some oldies song is playing that I can't place, but I enjoy the tune. When I enter the parlor, I see Len singing with a spatula. There is cooked bacon on the side—my mouth waters at the meat site. He still doesn't know I'm there, so I clear my throat. His eyes widen, and he looks to the side to see me standing there with a blank stare. My glasses are on per usual, so he can't tell how I look.

"Oh, sorry, did I wake you?" he scrambles as he shakes the pan with the potatoes frying in.

"No, you're good."

"Well, since this is our first meal, roomie, I cooked up some things; I hope you like eggs, bacon, and hash browns. I cooked three types of eggs. Over easy, hard, and scrambled. Pick your choosing." I look to the side of him, and there they are on plates. I go for the scrambled, "I like scrambled," Len says, eyeing the dish I'm holding. I roll my eyes under my shades before taking the easy over instead.

"So... you go to school?" Len asks as he begins to serve our bacon and hash browns on our plates.

"I'm planning to. I haven't picked a community yet."

"I recommend the San Jose community. I go there, still... sadly."

"Mornings or evenings?"

"Evenings."

Then I'm taking mornings.

"How many credits do you have left?" I ask.

"I don't have anymore, but I'm scared to make a decision on a university."

"So, you're willing to take classes that you don't need?"

"Basically," he answers, setting my plate in front of me. "Bone Apple tit," he jokes. I crack a smile to ease his shaky one.