Chapter 7: Chapter 7

"Come on, let's go get ice cream." I took hold of his hand and pulled him down the rusty stairs and out of the building.

"Ice cream?" He asked, his lips lifting up in a smile.

"Yes, that's what people eat to cheer themselves up, and I am going to cheer you up." I said smirking as we walked down the street to an ice cream shop. We were still holding hands until we reached the shop. That was when I realized and quickly released his hand. He watched me intensely, but thankfully didn't comment on it.

"Which one do you want?" He asked, referring to the types of ice cream.

"Vanilla."

Jake went to order while I found us a booth. I saw him coming my way just as I sat in the booth.

"Want to talk more about it?" I questioned softly when I realized that he had gone quiet after I sat in the booth. Jake looked at me as if I had startled him out of his thoughts.

He ran his hand through his hair and sighed before stating, "No, I don't want to talk about my parents. I just want to enjoy this night." He finished with a smile, and I smiled back.

"Good, because I want to enjoy it too."

* * *

"Can I come in?" Jake asked me as I unlocked my front door while he was standing behind me.

"Yeah, come in." I walked into the house, removing my jacket and gloves then throwing them on the couch before going into the kitchen.

"Want any food? I have left over pasta."

He chuckled, shaking his head as he walked in. "We just ate ice cream."

I raised an eyebrow, "So?" I brought the pasta out of the fridge and continued, "Ice cream isn't food, it's a desert and it doesn't fill the stomach."

"Whatever you say smart ass." He said raising both arms in the air, smirking.

"So, do you want any or not?" I questioned, putting it in the micro wave.

"I do, baby doll." He chuckled again, walking to the chair in front of the counter and sitting down.

"You just can't stop calling me that, can you?" I sat down next to him, settling my arms on top of the table.

"Nope."

***

Jake chuckled right before the microwave beeped, and I stood up to take the pasta out. I placed it on the table to cool a little before resuming my previous seat.

"Jake?" I asked silently, facing him as he turned his attention to me.

"What are you going to do?" He stared at me confused, probably not understanding what I was asking about. "Your parents I mean, I know that you don't want to talk about it, but you have to eventually."

He looked away from me before saying, "Honestly I don't know what to do, I guess I'll just have to support them through it since it's their choice to get divorced. Plus, I think that they're better off."

I smiled at him and reached for his hand, trying to comfort him. He looked back at me and returned my smile squeezing my hand.

"Food's waiting." I said as I slipped my hand out of his then pulled the plates on the counter to us to pour them for us.

* * *

The sound of movement was what woke up me from my sleep. I opened my eyes a little, looking around the part of the room that I was facing. I noticed that the room was dark, meaning the lights had been switched off. I looked outside, through the window; which was open, while still lying on my bed, and found it was also dark.

I heard a noise again, was it Drake? No, it couldn't be. I decided to brush it off as a cat or something in the streets. I was too tired for this, I needed more sleep. That was when I remembered that I don't remember Jake leaving or falling asleep. I guess I fell asleep again and he left after. I sighed as sleep started drawing me into its grasp.

I opened my eyes again, but this time, it wasn't night time. The sun was shining bright and hurting my eyes since I had somehow turned to the window again in my sleep.

I rubbed my eyes before checking the clock on the drawer of the bed. It read 7:28am. My eyes widened in realization. I was going to be late for school.

"Oh God!" I exclaimed, bolting up from the bed.

I noticed that I was still in yesterday's clothing since I didn't get to change before I fell asleep. Going to my closet, I picked my clothes for the day and ran to the bathroom to shower.

As I came out of the bathroom, I was already dressed. I picked up my jacket and keys from the top of my desk before running out of the door and down the stairs.

When I entered the sitting room, I went to the floor length windows and closed the curtains then walked out of the house. I slipped on my jacket as I locked the door. I placed the house keys in my Jean's pocket and went to the garage at the side of the house to retrieve my bike.

When the garage opened, I stepped in and immediately spotted my bike. I went to it and straddled it, inserting the key in the ignition then revving it before I took off, closing the garage first.

Jake was in front of me on his motorcycle as I rode on mine. I accelerated to be at his side.

"Let's race." I shouted over to him.

"Let's do it." He shouted back before accelerating further, speeding down the road. I was amazed, but quickly recovered and followed, speeding to pass him.

Jake was the one that won the race, of course. It seemed that he was better skilled with a motorcycle than I was.

"You're good," Jake started as he waited for me to finish parking my bike. "But not good enough to surpass me."

I removed my helmet after I had parked beside where Jake had in our school's parking lot before saying,

"Only because you were already in front of me when we started the race."

I got off of my motorcycle and joined Jake as he started heading towards the school's entrance.