Jake and Alyssa have been bestfriends as long as they can remember, but what happens when you start to get feelings? Too bad Jake's headed to the battlefield.
As I walked up the wooden white steps, I smoothed down my shirt checking myself over for a final time. Inhale, exhale. Knock. Knock.
"Alyssa!" I heard a female voice call loudly, suddenly the door flew open. A tall blond woman stood there, in her cooking apron already at 7:00 in the morning.
"Jacob, hi." He sighed, motioning me inside. So I stepped inside the small white house, inhaling the fimilar smell.
"Oh and Happy Birthday!" She put on her best smile. Gee, just for me?
"Thanks Miss Davis. You're only 17 once right?" I attemped to make conversation with her. Wishing Alyssa would just come down already. It's not secret that Miss Davis doesn't like me, and she doesn't budge even hard I try. And trust me I do.
Next thing I know, I see long legs that begin to walk down the stairs, a beautiful form fitting dress with white flowers along it. The face followed, smooth, flawless features of my best friend smiled at me. Her long light brown hair hung with loose curls. Gorgeous.
"Jakey! Birthday Boy!"She rushed over to me and hugged me tightly to her. I smile, wrapping my arms along he waist. But God forbit it be to low, with her mother eyeing us like I'm about to suck her blood.
"You look great." I whispered to her lightly. But it's all honestly. I tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She stopped hugging me suddenly at this, and looked down at herself.
"You really think so? Not to plain? I was thinking it was too.. dull for school. You know how all these girls compete these days, it's hard to keep up-" She starting rambling on, like always. Looking down at herself, forehead wrinkled at the sight. I rolled my eyes, not even trying to hide it.
"Shh, you're ridiculous." I shook my head at the thought of her being dull.
"Thanks I guess, but it's your day!" She took me by the hand and lead me to the dinning room, which goes off into the open kitchen. I hope she doesn't over do it this year, then again why wouldn't she? She always does.
"You're coming over after school right?" She asked looking up at me, then seeing my mixed expression. "You have to! I have presents, and I made a cake last night. It actually looks fine this year, promise. Not like last year when-" oh goodness, here she goes again.
"Yes, of course. But my parents want me to actually be home tonight. So come have dinner with us tonight, please?" I knew I was asking a lot, but it was my birthday after all.
"But, you know she doesn't like me Jacob." She whispered, careful of her over hearing mother.
"I know, and I'm sorry. But I don't want to be there anymore then you. Remember that." I told her, trying to help myself out here. I'm already losing this battle.
"Fine." She gave in. "Mother, we're leaving now. See you after." She said nothing more. Starting to walk out the front door bristly. I grabbed her books from the table quickly.
"Bye Miss Davis. You have a good day now ma'am." I smiled brightly and recived no acknowledgement that I even spoke. Well then.
Suppose to be set in the 1960's. Not really the best at this whole thing, but it'll get better, I swear!