Everything Happens At 2:04 AM

Chapter Forty-Four: Queen.

In addition, she had managed to throw in a couple of ideas of what to do about Eric McCantie but we still weren't sure on a certain idea of how to address it. But we would figure it out. I know it. If there was someone I had the most faith in it was definitely my sister. 

Not long after my sister had left for her final year, My brother had moved to the greater Toronto area. I was in my home without my siblings around me, each of them branching out into further points of their lives.

But filming distracted me.

It distracted me when Angie preparing with a team, she had been given over her new job of what the band members were going to wear for their tour. It preoccupied me as Krystal was thrown into more business meetings as she was holding onto the launch party of the new line of cosmetics for her brand.

Even when Caleb had gone to Italy for a few days for meetings but not before letting me know that he was coming back for a bit before moving back to Italy. I didn't think much of it, enjoying the time he had with me for now.

Filming was the best part. Especially since I  threw myself out of my comfort zone with each character. It was a good thing when everyone around me was moving and changing as time passed by. 

Then September soon fell into October. Back home the changing of the months would make a big difference; fall weather and crunching of the leaves as you walked. Rather in Los Angeles, it was more so the same heat just a little milder and cooler nights.

"Tell Caleb to hurry up." Jake groaned. He had just returned from seeing his family in Malta and was currently lounging in nice clothes on my couch.

I stood at the foot of my staircase, arms crossed and eagerly waiting. "Caleb!" I shouted, adjusting my dark green jumpsuit.

"Give me a minute!" He raised his voice from my bedroom.

"I gave you a minute six minutes ago, babe. Let's move!"

"God, woman!" He let out a long and exaggerated groan that had me roll my eyes. I watched him come out of my room, struggling to put on his tie. His hand slacked from the fabric at the sight of me, a content smile appeared on his handsome face.  If I had been annoyed beforehand, I wasn't now judging by how quick my heart was beating at the sight of his smile. "I love fighting with you."

"Feeling is mutual." He walked down the stairs and stood one step above me giving me a chaste kiss that left me dizzy. "Let me." I took hold of his tie for him, doing it for him. "You didn't have to wear a tie, you know?"

"You don't like the tie?" He questioned, as Jake passed the bowl of grapes he was eating to him.

"I do!" I said when I was finished. "I'm just saying you don't have to wear it."

"You don't like the tie." He moved my hands, ready to take it off.

"I do!" Yet he still didn't look convinced. "I like you with a tie. I love it when you wear a tie."

"I'm taking off the tie," He decided. "I have my black jean jacket upstairs let me get it." He ran up the stairs and Jake raised an eyebrow.

"He just so happens to have his black jeans jacket here?"

"He has a lot of clothes kind of just lying around here when he sleeps over." Clothes that I don't really intend to give back to him unless he needed it like tonight.

"You guys seem like one of those spontaneous couples," He assumed. "The 'come over at 4 am' type of couples."

"He lives an hour away." I pouted.