Chapter Fourteen

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Charlie's Point Of View

"Jake!"
"Jake!"

Oh my gosh, he can't hear me!

"JAKE!"

"What is it babe?"
Finally.

"Where are you?" I ask roaming the endless halls.

"Living room."

I skip down the steps into the huge living room to see Jake sitting on the couch watching a rerun of 'Family Feud'.

"Hey." I say as I sit next to him.

"Hey."

"Where is everyone else?"

"They all went to the store."

I nod as I turn to watch the television with Jake.

"What is one thing you never leave the house without?" The television host asks a person.

Jake pauses it and looks at me waiting for an answer.

"Drivers License."

He grins and gives me his answer.

"Phone or wallet."

"Hey that's not fair! You got to say two." I say as I scoot back from him.

He chuckles and pulls me back sitting next to him with his hand around my waist.

He turns the television back on and waits for the answers to be revealed.

"The number one answer is.......... Wallet!"

"Ha!" Jake says as he jumps from the couch looking at me with an 'I told you so' look.

"Yeah, yeah, that show is tripping."
I say as I get up to go kiss Jake.

"It's okay babe, maybe next time." He whispers in my ear while he grins.

"We should go out." He says as he takes my hand.

"When is the match?"

"Tonight at 9. So we have plenty of time."

I turn around to look at the clock above my head to see that it is only 5.

"Okay." I give in as I kiss him on the cheek.

"Go put on something nice."

I pretend to look offended as I looked down at my outfit.
I had on red sweatpants with a baggy hello kitty shirt.

"What's wrong with my outfit?" I ask trying to sound offended.

"I know what your trying to do, now go change." He said as he let go of my hand and turned my body so that I was facing the stairs.

I gave up and walked up the 100 steps leading to our room.

He didn't tell me where we were going so I just grabbed some skinny jeans and a black tank top with my leather jacket.

I jump down the steps to see Jake in a tux.

"Oh crap." I say as I admire how good he looks in his black tux, but then I look down at myself.

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