13th June 2009

I’m so stoked it’s finally Saturday. I mean, there’s a party, an end of our senior year party and I’m going to get absolutely wasted.
Plus, I and Peyton have hit it off, she’s actually so fucking great. I hope we’re going to become closer – I invited her to the party tonight, well, I have nobody else to go with (besides Zack and Cass obviously, but Cass will be with her new lover boy and Zack will be with, well guess, Alex).
I know I’ve only known her a day but there’s something I already love about her. It’s probably how she’s managed to take my mind off everything that’s been going on; with Alex, my mom – even work.
I eventually crawled out of my cold bed and stumbled to the bathroom. Had a pee, washed my face and brushed my teeth... the usual. I’m guessing the house is empty, nobody seems to be downstairs. I shrugged it off and made my way back to my bedroom – I couldn’t prevent myself from looking in the mirror (bearing in mind it’s a massive fucking mirror hanging right in front of you as soon as you step one foot inside my room), anyway, I don’t even understand why I’m so fucking thin, I eat like a horse, it’s one of the main things I hate about myself, that and how indecisive and impatient I am.
I stood awkwardly in my room for a few minutes wondering why I wanted to go in there – But before I walked out I heard my phone vibrate on my windowsill.
Hey Jack, it’s Pey!
Hi, free house, come round and I’ll make you lunch?
Why not? One dilemma - no idea where you live, douche bag
I sighed and sat on the floor with my back leant against the side of my bed. I explained the directions.
I’ll be round in 20 – Was her last text. I stumbled up to my feet and rushed to the shower.
I turned it on and instantly stepped in; the water quickly heated my cold body up and brought some colour back into it. I scrubbed my body and washed my hair, I usually stole my Moms shampoo because it smells of apples.
I stood aimlessly in the same position thinking about everything that’s happened this week, how everything’s changed.
I jumped out of it, almost slipped and fell at the sound of Pey banging on the door downstairs. I cut the water off and pulled the first towel I saw. I don’t understand why she had to slam on the door so loud. I rubbed my hair dry and quickly dried my feet then ran down the stairs, thankfully for me my staircase is carpet so I wasn’t going to slip and die.
I wrapped the towel around my waist and opened the door; the cold breeze felt icy against my damp skin, my body tensed up as soon as hit me. It had been raining all night, so there was no surprise of it still raining now.
“Finally.” She mumbled from under her hood. “I’ve been waiting here for ages.” Her green eyes trailed down my shaking body with a cocked an eyebrow.
“No you haven’t.” I snorted. “And you should’ve just walked in.” She took that as an offer of entrance and slid passed me, accidently knocking my arm on the way.
“Oh, yeah because I’m just going to walk into your house after twenty four hours of meeting you.” She retorted sarcastically.
“Do you speak to your mother with that tone?” I asked, following her to my kitchen.
She shrugged. “You’re not my mother.” She turned around and smiled at me from the other side of the table.
“I’m glad I’m not.” I responded quickly. She pulled an unfathomable face at me but I changed the subject. “You want anything to drink? A Capri-sun? Some coffee? Tea?”
“Uh, Capri-sun please.” She mumbled.
I nodded and strolled to the refrigerator – forgetting that the only thing covering my naked body was a towel. I threw her a drink.
“I’m going to get dressed, you coming?” I asked. She nodded and followed me slowly.
I quickly ran up the stairs so I could get to my bedroom before she could – I wasn’t going to strip off naked in front of her, it’d traumatised the poor girl.
“One sec!” I called out as I stumbled into my boxers. I finally got them on, “Okay, okay, you can come in.”
I sat on my bed and heard my door creak open.
“Wow?” She mumbled.
“What?” I asked.
“Your room, it’s actually so fucking clean.” She chuckled quietly.
“I know.” I laughed. “It’s cold though.” I sighed, but she chuckled awkwardly again.
She strolled over to my shelf – I put a lot of pictures up there of me and Alex, Cass and Zack last year before everything went... different, I instantly regretted allowing her to look at them but she already picked a certain picture up.
I couldn’t see her reaction because her back was turned to me.
“She’s pretty.” Her voice was quiet and gentle – proving there’s a different side to her personality. I stood up and walked up behind her and saw she was holding onto a picture of Cass and me. “And you look so young.” She laughed. “Who’s that?” She pointed to a different picture, it was of Cass and Zack, but I think she was asking who Zack was.
“Well, she was one of my closest friends, Cassadee, and the guy next to her, he’s Zack.” I laughed.
She held a different one. But this time she kept quiet. I knew which on she picked up so I decided I’d get dressed. I picked up some skinnies and a ravens jersey and hastily got dressed. I turned and looked up at her but she was still analysing the photo. I turned back around, picked up my towel and other random pieces of clothing to try and relieve the tension from the room.
“Jack...” She spoke almost inaudibly. “W-who’s this?” I threw the towel into the corner of my bedroom.
“Uh, one of the other guys I used to be close to.” I said as I fell onto my bed.
“What’s he called?” She asked again.
“Uh, Alex.” I didn’t realise how hard it was to talk about him.
“He looks familiar.” She said, again, really quietly.
“Yeah, you probably saw him around school.” I mumbled.
“You look really happy on this one.” She pointed out. Personally, I couldn’t wait for her to stop making me talk about them all, but she was finally being nice so I couldn’t care less. “Like, you can see it in your eyes, the way you’re looking at him slightly, the way you’re smiling; I haven’t seen you smile like that before.”
“You’ve only just met me.” I laughed.
“But I’ve seen you around.” She shrugged. “You look like a totally different person.”
“I appreciate that.” I smiled.
“Sarcasm?” She half-asked but I shook my head quickly.
“No, finally, for once in my life somebody speaks the truth.” I smiled and she put the photo back onto the shelf.
She sighed. She looked down and sat on the edge of my bed.
She pointed at my guitar and smiled at me. “You play guitar?!” She spoke louder now, but without that attitude.
I nodded.
“What else don’t I know about you Jack?”
I shrugged. “I’m Lebanese and I could’ve come and picked you up today but I’m too lazy.” I snorted.
“Douche!” She shouted and jumped on me, making me fall back onto my pillows. I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute she was being. She collapsed on top of me and slid to my left, where my bedside desk was. She lay onto her side and closed her eyes. “Jack, play me a song on guitar.” She demanded, but she was being so nice, I didn’t want to get onto the bad side of her.
So I got up and fetched my guitar and pulled it out of its case. This guitar only cost me forty bucks, it was one of the first things I bought when I first began working. I sat back onto my bed and Pey sat next to me, I pulled myself up so I was sat up straight, she beside me and I began playing one of the first song’s I learnt – Time of your life by Green Day. It kind of explained how I felt right now.

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I woke with a headache. I think I’ve had way too much sleep for one day. I wriggled and turned over.
“Shit.” She sighed. I turned my head up to see Pey hovered over the edge of my bed.
“Pey...” I rolled over to face her.
“Jack, we fell asleep. It’s almost seven.” She laughed, but not at the fact we fell asleep, but it was more of a pathetic laugh. “I should go...” She stood up, almost tripping over my guitar that had fallen off during our sleep.
“Peyton, wait, what about tonight? I thought you were coming with me?” I sat up, I’m so confused.
She turned around and looked at me. “I’m not going looking like this?”
“Why not, we’ll be late if you go home now?”
“Jack, I’m going to have to go, I’ll text you, I promise.” She begged.
“Okay, don’t forget.” I said whilst stretching out, I rubbed my eyes and began to climb out of bed.
“I won’t, I don’t think I ever could.” She laughed. I followed her out of my bedroom, down the stairs and showed her out of my house. I watched as she walked down the end of my street.
As soon as I got into my bedroom I collapsed onto my bed, alone again with my thoughts. I glanced over to the unarranged photos and saw the one of me and him facing me.
I turned over, closed my eyes and tried to think of something different but the same thoughts came back.
I really don’t want her to forget.

Notes

Hi, sorry about how shitty this chapter is, I know, I suck, but anyway, I wanted this chapter to show the fact Jack feels different and stuff, it's basically just a filler.
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