Lately, Nina had become a regular at Jeremy's working place. Vincent was secretly delighted, mostly because the young woman would spend money on his dishes every day, but also because his nephew finally had some hope of getting rid of that single status.On the other hand, Leah had changed teams and had abandoned Jake for the fairy with green hair. This little traitor didn't even feel the tiniest bit sorry for her shameless behavior and kept on giggling and hopping like a little rabbit around Nina as soon as she entered the restaurant.The latter, however, was a bit absent-minded. Her eyes locked on Jeremy who was frowning down on the depressed and dispirited Jake. Jake was currently hiding his face behind his crossed arms on the table, murmuring incoherently. A little black kitten was resting on top of its head, lying there as if it were dead, only once in a while licking its paws. Jeremy, on the other hand, listened with a serious and worried expression on his face. His eyebrows were
On his way to Ryder's house, he went through his playlist on his phone and felt that the amount of heavy rock and upbeat catchy songs with depressing lyrics was way bigger than when he last checked.Where are the love songs?!!!This one.... No, it's about depression.This one? No, it's about insomnia.What about this?The lyrics: "You're my heaven/And I'm your hell.""..."Nope.Uuu, this one.The lyrics: "You got the lights on in the afternoonAnd the nights are drawn out longAnd you're kissin' to cut through the gloomWith a cough drop coloured tongueAnd you were sittin' in the corner with the coats all piled highAnd I thought you might be mineIn a small world, on an exceptionally rainy Tuesday nightIn the right place and time.""..."(^艸^)No, no. The dude is already talking about kissing."..." Well... actually...No!Sound out your feelings, not go tell her "Be mine, let's make out".Jake kept scrolling. He was running out of songs and time and the frustration this gave him m
He? It's a he?But I...The voice Ryder used was calm and casual, as if she was talking about what she ate for breakfast, but what she said was like a slap to Jake's face, who couldn't help but frown. However, if one looked closer, one would notice that the frown looked more and more like a pout, making him look like a little puppy who got abandoned by its owner.She was out with a guy? Does she like him? She probably likes him... (oT-T) Why else would she worry about him so much...But what about me then?He knew he had no right to feel like this, but these feelings didn't ask for his permission before invading his heart. He was heartbroken and jealous. "Is that guy important to you?"Ryder was drinking from her thermos again and didn't notice the harsh tone Jake spoke in. He sounded as if he was wronged by the heavens. The jealousy spilled out of his mouth with those words like a bottle of vinegar. Yet Ryder didn't notice."I don't know. I guess so?" She shrugged. Her eyes were focus
Before leaving, Jake took the little painting from the inside pocket of his hoodie and stuffed it in Ryder's hands. "Th-the present I promised you."His heart was beating fast, almost as if it was trying to leap out of his ribcage. His hands were sweating, his voice cracked and his face was flushed red. Jake was so nervous, that he thought he would die. That little painting held his feelings in every brush stroke. He had painted it while realizing his feelings about his cute Ry and now giving it to her it felt as if he was screaming "I love you" on her face. As if the painting would betray him and snitch on him.The thought alone terrified him.But then he remembered what happened a few minutes ago. How close they were, how he almost lost control and kissed her... then he remembered how Ryder didn't seem to feel uncomfortable about it. She didn't try to back away, not even for a second. And her reaction when he asked her about how she felt about him...Suddenly, he didn't feel just te
"You know the writer of 'Who Killed Midnight'?" Ryder asked."Yeah..." I would have to be diagnosed with amnesia if I didn't know him. "What about him?""He's writing a new book and I'm seeing when it will get published."My Ry, I've got writer's block every new paragraph. Halfway through the book, I realize I like the second lead more than the main one and now I have to think of a way to make their relationship possible. I think it will take a while for the book to get published. (ಥ﹏ಥ)"Why?""So I can buy the book, duh.""Why?""Because I love his books.""Why?"After the third "why" Ryder's patience ran out. "Can you stop asking why? Haven't you also read his books?"I have written them... don't know if it counts as reading, though...Jake smiled slightly and shrugged. "I have... but I don't like them. They're not that good."They take too long to get finished, I forget almost all my characters and sometimes I struggle to remember even the main characters' names. And the amount of
From the first time Jake saw Ryder back when he was still in school, he knew that little cute head of hers didn't quite function according to normal standards. He had come to understand this thoroughly the more time he spend with her. But whenever he thought he had figured out how that brain of hers worked, she would come up with shit like this, completely catching him off-guard.What the hell goes on in that head of hers? How do the clogs in her head spin? Clockwise? The other way around?How do you even come up with such conclusions woman!!!!Jake looked at Ryder and just didn't know how to deal with this girl anymore.I barely muttered two words. How can she even do that? Is that even doable? What is this? A Sherlock Holmes episode? I didn't sign up for this, okay?I don't have enough brain cells for this."I... I didn't say that." Jake fought the urge to rub the spot between his eyebrows.I can already feel more brain cells dying. *sigh*Ryder wasn't willing to let go of this. Aft
Ryder wanted to kill herself right then, unable to handle the fact that those words were said by her. Feeling as if she would be suffocated by embarrassment, she borrowed Jasmine's habits of being violent when in a difficult situation and shoved Jake hard. So hard he almost fell off the bed."You... you get out. Shoo. Leave right now." With every word, she shoved him once, pulled him twice, pushed him to the window. If someone watched this scene without knowing of the existence of the terrace behind the window, they would think Ryder for sure was trying to murder the poor innocent, and faultless Jake who had started very innocently to chuckle yet still blushing. His whole body felt warm as that sweet feeling only Ryder made him feel, filled his entire being. He felt like a stuffed animal. Stuffed with cotton and butterflies.His head had only one sentence roaming around, making him look as if he had a few loose screws when smiling.She said she was willing to kiss me. Hehe (^艸^)With
From the kitchen, Jake could hear Aiden and his father arguing. One wanted to watch his precious son's basketball game, the other was so opposed to it, that he had lost control of the volume of his voice. Jake didn't blame Aiden though. The last time Mathew went to one of his matches, he wouldn't stop wailing. There's nothing worse than sitting next to a grown-ass man crying his eyes out while trying to cheer at the same time. "No!" Aiden yelled trying to stop this whole nonsense and have the final saying in it. Mathew couldn't care less. "But I haven't seen you play for years." Mathew wouldn't change his mind no matter what. "Even Jeremy is coming." He added as if that would definitely convince Aiden to stop making a big deal out of it. Hearing this, Aiden had the sudden urge to end his existence and play ghost. Why are you saying that as if it would make things any better?!! "ABSOLUTELY, NO!" Having Mathew crying like a dying whale was bad enough, now his father was telling him