Jake's POV~
I awaken by the sun shining through my window. I grumble and flip over, checking the clock. It's seven in the morning. Way to early. I had just gotten home three hours ago and I could already hear my parents cooking something downstairs. Why in the world do they they get up so early. Mom normally wakes up at like twelve in the afternoon.
Ever since she met 'William' she's been getting up early every day to make a 'super healthy and organic breakfast' as William likes to put it. He's such a health freak.
I wonder how Alex and Lulu were doing, they better not be fanoddleing. My phone goes off, I pick it up and answer.
"Hello?"
No answer.
"Hello?" I look at the caller ID. I smack my forehead, it was a text. Like I said: it's to early. Opening the text up I notice it's from Alex.
'Lulu is fine, if you were wondering.'
'Thanks, what you did was very kind.' I text him back.
'Do you play the bass?' He asks, the question catches me off guard. Why would he know that? I only told Lulu
Lulu
I sigh and press send. 'Yes. Lulu told you right?'
'Yeah, why is that a problem?'
'No, she's the only one who knows besides you.'
'I play the guitar, only Lu and you know that, plus an old friend.'
'Name?' I ask, curious.
'Aaron Bastayr.'
'Cool, does he play anything?'
'Drums.' I purse my lips, I like drummers.
"Jake! Breakfast!" My mother calls. I groan, I hate mornings, I was like a human Garfield. Liking food and hating Mondays. I look in the mirror. My hair looks like something took a crap on my head.
'Sorry Alex, my mom is calling me for breakfast, got to go.'
'This early?' He texts back almost as soon as I send it.
'My step-dad gets up really early, so that makes my mom get up early.'
'Oh, see you later.'
I shut my phone and stretch, my cat hops onto my bed. He mews.
"Hi Carl." I scratching behind his ear. He purrs, rubbing against my hand.
"Jake, hurry up!" Mom calls again.
"I'm getting dressed." I yell back. I jump off my bed, making Carl freak. I grab one of my black bennies and some black pants. I walk into the bathroom. I start to undress, taking my shorts off, pulling my pajama shirt over my head. I look at myself.
Scars cover my body, tons on my arms. A few on the side of my stomach and legs. I was ugly, I could feel it every time someone looks at me.
I find a Sleeping with Sirens t-shirt laying on the ground. I slip it on, I sigh and put some pants on buckling the belt. I try to mat down the mess on my head so my beanie doesn't look like I'm sneaking drugs out in my hat.
I grumble in frustration, I put my hat on. It didn't look that bad. I look at my arms, my scars showing. I walk out of my bathroom finding an long sleeve undershirt.
I smile in the mirror, I look pretty good. The white Sleeping with Sirens shirt went really well with my black skinny jeans. I should do the undershirt thing more often.
