Better Than The Movies

Chapter Twenty- Five

I woke up, confused in an unfamiliar bed before I remembered the disappointment that I was to my parents after the stunt I pulled last night. My eyes were still heavy from sleep as I felt the spot where Jace should've been but he was gone. I opened them slowly, blinking at the sunlight shining through his large windows.

I stood up in a daze and walked downstairs, following the sweet scent of pancakes. I arrived in the kitchen to see Jasmine talking animatedly to Jace. I heard from the doorway when she was telling him about a run-in with Lucas. Jasmine jumped up when he saw me and ran to hug me.

"Where've you been gorgeous?" I asked as she gave me a bone-crushing hug.

"It's only been two weeks," Jace muttered, handing me a plate with pancakes, eggs, and bacon.

"Two weeks is like a year in my time," I said, pulling away from Jasmine and taking a seat next to Jace.

"Okay, no reunion right now. It's breakfast time." The food he made was surprisingly not terrible. Considering the fact that boiling pasta was too hard for him.

"I thought you couldn't cook?" I asked after breakfast. I was passing him dirty dishes while Jasmine was wiping down counters. They were the only two kids in the house who refused to let the maids do their chores for them, except cleaning their room, but I can't blame them for that.

"He can't cook," Jasmine answered.

"Okay Jas, then don't eat my food next time," She laughed. "And yes Let, I do cook breakfast on occasion."

"Let?" Jasmine asked, curiously.

"Your brother is stupid and gave me a horrible nickname."

"Hey, I just wanted to be original!" He splashed water on my face and I shoved him against the counter. His cheeks turned red as he glanced down at me, his eyes searching every inch of my face. I didn't move and neither did he. We were just there. Together. And it was enough.

"Your sexual tension is killing me," Jasmine muttered and we turned away at the same time to see her standing next to us. Jace moved away first and flicked water on her face.

"You're too young to know about sexual tension!"

"I'm thirteen!"

"Exactly and we're seventeen-"

"Sixteen!" I corrected him.

"Whatever, the point is you're too young."

"When will you stop treating me like a child?" She huffed, stomping out the room.

"You play the part of the overprotective big brother a little too well," I said, standing next to next. "Maybe you should tone it down a bit."

"I just want her to know that I care about her and love her with everything in me."

"She already knows so stop trying so hard. You're an amazing brother, Jacey." I pinched his cheek before walking back over to the fridge.

Damn, I'm really craving a pickle.

"Do you have any pickles?" I asked, riffling through his oversized fridge.

"Pickles?" His eyebrows raised in amusement.

"Yeah, pickles make anything better," I grabbed his shirt bringing me closer to me. "Anything." I released him and he stumbled back on the counter.

"We don't have pickles. I'm allergic." I laughed.

"Allergic to pickles?" He nodded. "No wonder your life is hard. You've never had a pickle!"