I walk into the kitchen, and there's no Jake. I listen for a moment, exiting my thoughts, and hear buttons clicking on a video game controller. Of course. He's probably playing on mute. I walk into the hall and lean on the wall, looking at the screen where people are dying by gunshot one at a time. He dies, and throws the controller down, cursing himself.
"I'm such an idiot. She doesn't fucking like me back. What the fuck is wrong with me?!" he grabs his head with his hands and rolls over to the side of the couch. I hear his feet leave the ground, and his one leg swings over the back of the couch. I walk back out and back in again, making noise this time. His leg disappears, and his head pops up. "Hi," he says quietly.
"Hey,"
"How are you?"
"I'm alright. You're not though,"
"No, I'm not. Listen, I'm sorry about last night. I was just being stupid,"
"It's fine,"
"Did I fuck Warped up?"
"Nah. Forget it ever happened, we'll both be fine,"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," and that's the end of that. I should feel fine. I don't have any feelings for him, so why do I feel... sad? I mean I'm always sad, but a different kind of sad. Just forget it Ivy. It never happened.
"You want breakfast?"
"I'm not hungry, thanks though,"
"Okay," I walk across the room and sit next to him. "You can unmute it you know? I'm awake now,"
"Yeah, I know," he then unmutes it, shooting everything down. He gets killed again, and throws the controller down, it crashing into the floor, almost breaking.
"Jake calm down!"
"Sorry, sorry. We should pack for Warped,"
"I've been recycling the two outfits I've got. Would you care to take me back home so I can get my clothes?"
"Sure, let's go," he gets up and grabs his keys. "Direct me there,"
*IVY'S APARTMENT*
I run in, snagging a duffel and cramming every thong and bra, every pair of shorts and tank top I own into it, along with sunglasses, my own makeup, shoes, and hair stuff. I walk back out to the Jeep.
"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go," I get in and he speeds off.
"Alright, so you're packed then,"
"Yeah, and you're gonna let me help you,"
"Oh. Am I?"
"Yeah, you are," I kind of grab his hand and squeeze it to convince him, and he squeezes back. He smiles at me, and I let go, and withdraw. He takes his hand and puts it back on the wheel, instead of on the gearshift. I shift awkwardly. Why is this awkward? I don't have feelings for him. I don't. I don't. No, of course I don't. Why am I freaking out about this? I shake my long hair out. "Oh, Jake?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you think somebody could cut my hair on Warped?"
"Hell yeah,"
"Okay, sweet. It's getting really long,"
"I like it,"
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's pretty,"
"Thanks,"
"Mmhmm," and that's the last word before we get home. I mean Jake's house... is it home?
*AT THE HOUSE*
"Let's get this shit packed,"
"Let's,"

Notes

Ivy seems to be fighting herself on feelings for Jake, no?
I have personal experience in the field she's suffering through right now.
Ahaha hope you all enjoyed!