Jaime: I love you too, Stella.
My heart's melting. It melted. My heart is literally puddy right now.
I'm about to spill all of my thoughts out to him, bracing myself for the impact, but I am rudely interrupted by a knock on my window frame.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The knock grows louder and louder, but I choose to ignore the sound.
Soon the knock grows into an aggressive pounding, breaking me out of concentration, causing me to look up towards the window.
I walk over to the little noisemaker before I realize who it is that is disrupting my peace.
Jeremy.
I open the window, slightly.
"What's up?" I ask, not understanding the need for this chaos this early in the morning.
"I tried texting you, but you didn't reply," he says.
"Maybe that's because I just woke up?" I roll my eyes at him. "But, here's a more important question: Why are you climbing up my window?"
"I didn't want your mom getting mad at me so early in the morning. I know she's mad because we were out so late yesterday."
"Right," I say with a nod. I contemplate letting him into my room. It takes me quite a while before I give in and say, "Alright, come on in bad boy."
He slides through the window, dusting himself off, once on the carpeted floor. Making his way to bed, he looks around at my bare room, before taking a seat.
"So this is your room," he says under his breath.
He looks around more before asking, "What are your plans for today?"
I shrug my shoulders. "I've got nothing planned. It's just another boring Friday for me."
He looks up at my wall. "Wanna, maybe, hang out with me?"
I look at him with a raised brow. "And Dylan?"
"If you want," he says, shrugging his shoulders. Dylan Jackson would be the last person I would ever like to spend my day with.
"I'd rather not. That boy makes my blood boil." I shiver in disgust just thinking about him.
He chuckles lowly, understanding my situation with the Jacksons. "Then, how about just me?"
That shocks me. I've never once thought about hanging out with Jeremy, but he is quite suitable and if I were to choose a less boring way to spend my Friday afternoon, spending time with him wouldn't be too bad.
"Don't you have plans with Dylan?"
He shakes his head, no.
I look at him, confused.
"If you want to...hang out with me, of course," he looks up at me. "Totally up to you."
I look at him now. "Sure," I whisper, making up my mind. I nod at him and give him a small smile.
It seems as if the room has gotten hotter, which may be due to the unresolved tension between us, but he gets up and walks over to me. I stand where I am, as I have nothing else running through my head, but his lean self walking towards me. He stops right in front of me, putting his hand over mine atop my desk. I don't move my hand. I watch how everything plays out.
"Does anyone come up to your room?" he asks me, literally out of nowhere.
I instantly shake my head and he smiles. "My mom sometimes, but not as frequent."
"Good," he says. I have a feeling that was supposed to be directed to himself and himself only, because the moment I snatch my hand away from beneath his, his eyes shift with emotion.
"What?" I ask and he shakes his head, brushing off his last statement and my question. I let this go.
"I'll be waiting for you in your backyard then," he says and I look at him confused, once again.
"Where we met last time, shithead."
I then understand. I finally nod.
The "hangout." "Right," I say with a giggle, elongating my words.
He stands and walks back to the window. "Meet by 11?"
"A.M. or P.M.?"
"What do you think?" he chuckles and I look at the time.
9 A.M.
I laugh as well, to myself.
"Bye," I say.
"It's A.M. by the way," he jokes.
"Shut the fuck up."
He chuckles before smiling at me and leaving the same way he came.
Once he gets down, I wave and he waves back at me.
I quickly run back to bed to charge my phone. Once everything is plugged in, I go downstairs to grab a bite. Toast and orange juice should do. I finish up eating before running back upstairs.
When I get to my room, I strip out of my clothes, grab my toothbrush, and brush my teeth for a good 2 minutes. I turn on the shower and hop right in, making sure to shave my legs while I was in there since I've held it off for so long. I hop out of the shower before layering myself in lotion and perfume. Picking out the clothes I was to wear was like picking out how much money I was to spend on shoes. Difficult and irrelevant.
After some negotiation, I finalize my outfit. I decided on a black blouse with a blue jean jacket for covering. My jeans are denim as well, with a couple of strikes of tears on the knees. To give effect. My shoes, casual and simple. Chucks.
I finish up with my makeup, going natural, as well as giving myself a rather simple look with my hair pulled back into a pretty good attempt at a low ponytail.
By the time I am dressed and ready it is already 11, so I grab my phone and purse and rush out of the house in an attempt to look "fashionably late."
"I was beginning to think you weren't gonna show," Jeremy tells me as I met him in my backyard. "But I'm glad you're finally here."
I giggle at his choice of greeting as I walk over to him. "Hey," I smile.
"So what's the plan for today? Why'd you call me out?" I ask.
"I've got two tickets to a movie," he starts. "And remember Mia?"
I nod. "The girl that tried to drive you and Dylan apart?"
It's his turn to nod. "Well, she left for a little while."
I give him a confused look. I am just confused this whole morning, aren't I?
"The town," he explains and I completely understand. "But she's back. And I need your help confronting her."
I laugh out loud. "Okay, but there's something I should tell you too."
He waits for me to speak once more. "What is it?"
"Jaime," I start off by saying. "Is coming to visit tomorrow and I don't know how long he's staying."