A Stormy Love

Chapter 18

*2 days later*

"Sorry I can't answer your call right now, leave a message after the beep." *beep* 

"Dave, please man, answer your phone. I hope you're ok.. Why won't you answer my messages? Ok well call me when you get this ..." Jake let out a loud sigh and slumped down in the kitchen chair. "Fuck."

"Sweetie, stop worrying," you say wrapping your arms around his chest from behind the chair.

"I just don't fuckin understand why he'd be mad at me... Why would he just leave like that?"

You stand up straight and take in a deep breathe. 'Now, I need to tell him what happened between me and Dave' you think.

"Jake, I need to tell you something --"

The door swung open interrupting the conversation.

"DAVE!" Jake shouts running over to the man in the door. He latched onto his friend and gave him the biggest hug they've ever experienced. "Why'd you do that??" Jake asks releasing the tight squeeze on Dave and giving him a friendly but hard punch in the arm.

Dave takes a quick glance at you and then looks back at Jake. "Are you gonna invite me in or what?" He laughs trying to change the subject.

Jake moves out of the way so Dave can step inside the apartment. Just as he begins taking off his coat your cell phone buzzes. "Shit, I gotta go to work..." You say reading the text out loud.

"It's ok, me and Dave are fine here alone" he replies quickly.

Glancing over at Dave you notice him and Jake both have sincere grins on their faces. 'They're such good friends' you think, 'I can't believe I almost broke up that friendship...'

"Ok well I have to work the night shift, so I'll see you in the morning."

Before you leave for work Jake usually gives you a kiss. Why didn't he this time? "Bye" you repeat hoping he'd give you some attention. Nothing. The 2 boys didn't even turn their backs around to notice you.

*2 hours and a full pack of beer later*

"We should throw you a party man, you haven't had fun in forever," Dave says taking a drag of his cigarette.

Sober Jake would've come to his senses and realized that having a party to celebrate getting out of rehab probably isn't the most intelligent thing, but drunk Jake was more than happy about the 'social gathering'.

Jacob's parties were always something of a legend. Most people couldn’t even remember the last one – or least, they could remember arriving but they couldn’t remember leaving. Jake and Dave seemed to be taking this as some kind of order to consume their weight in alcohol and were currently entertaining the crowd with some hilariously bad dancing. Tom was laying sprawled out on the couch, happily watching the goings on. “Woohoo!” Chris suddenly jumped onto the couch from nowhere – nearly flattening Tom. “This party is awesommmmeeeee!”

Tom laughed as he propped himself up into a sitting position.

“Howz it going bro?” Chris slurred his words.

Chris rolled his eyes as he shuffled over, “You’re not real,” he accused, “Who even actually speaks like that?” he laughed taking another gulp of his beer.

Loud chanting caught their attention and sharing a look of intrigue, Chris and Tom quickly jumped off the couch. What they saw made their jaws drop.

“What the fuck...!” Tom gasped.

“Am I really seeing what I think I’m seeing?” Chris asked faintly.

They were staring at Dave and Jake who had clearly just began a game of gay chicken. Jake's lips were puckered and his eyes were squinting while Dave's eyes were screwed closed and he had a death grip on the other man's shoulder.