The jerk in my house.

Don't speak to me, I'll slam the door at your face. Literally.

Hello :D there might be some grammar mistake and typing error. I really apologize about that. And I promise I'll edit it as soon as this story ends. *Fingers crossed hopefully I have enough reads by then , to keep me motivated :"(

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"Psssssst."

"Psssssssstttt."

"Ashley Halie Williamson!"

Thump! I fell of my bed to the cold hard ground. Am i having one of those dreams where I'm being chased by a monster again? Hmph. I don't think Voldemort would be considered a monster. But why doesn't he have a nose then? Hmphhh.

"You awake Ash?"

Oh right, someone scared me of my bed.

"Tay?" I squint my eyes trying to search my way through the darkness to find that little monster. He'd better not be waking me up to bring him go potty again.

"I got you , you little rascal." I put my arm around his tiny waist ..... but his waist didn't seem to be that tiny.

"Oooooo. I like that babe."

"Fuck, Jake! What the hell are you doing in my freaking room? "

Shit. shit. I quickly grabbed a pillow to cover my chest. Mom's right. I should really start wearing a bra.

"Hmph, not wearing a bra again I see?" Jake jumped onto my bed and grab Mr. Fluufykins and started hugging it.

OMG. Just LEAVE HIM ALONE.

"Let me repeat this one last time! What are you doing here?"

" What?"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE JAKE?!!!"

"HA! And you said you were going to repeat that one last time. I made you said it twice."

Could he honestly be THAT immature? What happened to the cool Jake that everyone looked up to? And why is he talking to me? I thought that we weren't friends anymore. How did he even get into my room? I look over to my doorknob, yeap, my door's still lock.

Jake stared at me, grinning obviously enjoying me being so confused and freak out.

"I have my ways sweetheart." That annoying flirtacious side of him really has a way of getting under people's skin.

"I'm not your sweetheart and I'm not your babe. You know my name. Maybe you should, I don't know, try using it?"

"No can do sweetheart. I don't roll that way." That annoying grin on his face. May I smack him in the face with a frying pan please?

'Fine. Have it your way, Jerk."

"Hey! I'm not a jerk, maybe you should stop calling me something when you don't know who I really am on the inside." He stood up and walked towards me. He sounded slightly serious, but still a smile across his face.

"Who are you to say I don't know you? I've known you for ages. We were frien-"

"We still are aren't we?" his smile faded.

"I don't know Jake. You tell me. Are we?"

"Well, I guess not really.'

"Asked and answered." I walked to my door and open it.

"Now, get out will you?" I motioned towards the open door leading to an empty hallway.

He walked out the door and turned back , making him in between my room and the hallway.

"Ash.... Let me explain will you? " He ran his hand throught his sandy blonde frinch, and looked at me with his shining blue eyes.

A part of me wanted to scream at him so badly, and the other part of me just wanted to hear him out. I mean we were childhood friends after all weren't we? Maybe him showing up at my house is a way of showing that we were meant to rekindle our friendship? Rekindle. Yeah right. I bet the only reason why he started talking to me again was because he had no other choice. I could imagine that if he din't have to stay in my house , I would probably be ignored by him.

"There's nothing to explain Jake. It's has all been lay out. You got popular and I guess I was just too average. Face it. If it weren't for you staying here, we wouldn't even be forced to have this conversation with me. So thanks for you effort Jake. But it's alright. You can drop the act. "

And just like that I slammed the door in his face.

"Fuck!" I heard jake moaning outside.

Okay I wasn't exaggerating . I may have really slammed in his face. Like really in his face.

I sat by the edge of my bed, holding a box filled with pictures and memories of Jake and I. I lifted the lid slowly. Do i really want to go through what I went through a couple of years ago? He moved on and so should I. I closed the lid and shoved the box all the way to the back of my closet. Well, I have a very big walk-in closet, so making sure that box stays hidden from me won't be a problem for me.

But still, why do I feel like crying so badly?

***Author's note***

Hey peeps. You guys still alive? I hope this chapter didn't bore you to death. I would really appreciate it if you guys help get my story around. :D It would mean so much to me. OH YES, IT REALLY WILL :D

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