“Come on, let’s get you home.” She sighs and we make our way to her car.
I’m too drunk to argue. Not that I would anyways.


!!! Sophie !!!
I hobbled Jake out of the club and into the parking lot. Halfway to my car, he collapsed and started puking his guts out. There isn't anything I can do for him besides hold his hair back. After he empties the contents of his stomach, I manage to hoist him back to his feet.
"Come on, we're almost to my car." I mumble under my breath.
"You knnnnnow, Sophie? You havee very shiny haiiiiir!" Jake grins, and strokes my hair with his free hand.
"Why thank you, Snakey Jakey." I smile back at him.
"SSSSnnnnakkey Jakey, huh? I thiink I like the way that you sayyyy that!" He manages to pull me into a hug, burying his face in my hair. I don't know what to do but go along with it. I awkwardly pat his back and we continue our journey. We finally make it to my car, a maroon ford 68 F100. Not particularly big, and very old. I've been saving most of the money I've made off our seven albums in a bank account. The only exception is my house. I still have the same car I've had since I was 16. It was a birthday present from my pappy.

It takes me a good fifteen minutes, but eventually we're all buckled in and on our way to Industry. Industry is a very small town in California. It's hard to believe there is so little half an hour from Hollywood. I can proudly say I own my home. It wasn't very modest at all at 4 stories, 10 bed, 12.5 bath, a basement & sub-basement, indoor pool, media room, outdoor pool, sauna, and waterfall hot tub. All set on a ten acre lot, the house itself being over an acre. Hey, it was one of my only major purchases. I think besides that, I bought myself a one-pound Herseys bar.

I pull up my drive and kill the engine. I turn to look at Jake who is gawking at my house.
"See something you like?" I ask grinning. He just nods his head. I get out, and help him undo his seat belt. When he finally decides to get out, he topples onto the pavement. I jumped out of the way at the last second or else I would've gone down with him.
"Come on," I yelp dragging him up and pulling his arm over my shoulder to help support him. "Let's get you sorted out."

I get him into one of my guest bedrooms before he flops down into sitting position on the bed.
"Sleeeeepy time!" He says quietly. But that just won't do. I pull of his boots and set them next to the bed. With his help, I remove his shirt and socks too. I walk into the attached bathroom and grab the robe hanging there.
"Jeans, off now!" I yell and throw it at him. He's grumpy about it and takes his time but after a minute I hear a satisfying
"Done!" from the bedroom.
I walk in to find him passed out on top of the covers with his jeans on the floor. He didn't even bother to use the robe which is lying next to him on the bed. He is both adorable and a pain in the ass. How comforting.



+_______+ Snakey Jakey

Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
Beep. Beep. Beep.

I have decided this is the sound of hell. Just when you think you are dead. When your head is pounding, your stomach is in knots, your throat is burning, and you can't think straight. And then, you're awakened to a god awful noise, at a god awful hour. Is there no God in this world? I crack an eye open and look around. The fact I don't know whose room I'm in is scary enough for me to wake up completely. I sit up, push the blankets off me and find the source of the beeping. There is a small alarm clock on the nightstand next to me. I hit it repeatedly until it shuts up. There are other items on the stand that I can't make out. I stand woozily and make my way to the light switch. I flick it on and take in my surroundings. The walls are a pleasant mint green. There are two windows on the other side of the bed, curtains drawn. Opposite of me is a small wardrobe, next to that is a bathroom. I turn my attention back to the items on my desk. A note, a pill bottle, a pitcher of water and a thermos. I take the pill bottle and examine it. IBUPROFEN. I immediately uncap it and swallow two along with the whole pitcher of water. I set the pitcher down slowly and unfold the note.

Jake,
I don't know how much you remember from last night, but nothing happened. You were drunk off your rocker and I couldn't find anyone else. The reason the alarm clock went off is because you have about an hour to get ready, before we need to get going. Tour? We need to be there by four. I take it you've found the drugs easily enough and the water. Inside the thermos is Infige potionem,which is pretty much Latin for 'I Cure Hangovers'. Your clothes have been cleaned and are on the bathroom counter along with your shoes. Your friend Andy called. All your bags have been packed and are waiting for you on your bus. When your ready, breakfast is waiting for you downstairs. Be careful not to get lost, my house is a bit on the larger scale. If you do, just keep turning right and heading downstairs. Hope your wake up wasn't to much of a reality check.
~Sophie Bones

Well, I'll be dammed. I drop the note and grab the thermos. I unscrew the top and sniff inside. To my surprise, it smells good. Without a moments hesitation, I chug the whole thing. Tasty! I walk into the bathroom to be met with another pleasant surprise. It's also decorated in mint walls with chocolate accents. There is a double vanity. There was also an XXXL Jacuzzi. I'm not 100% sure I know this Sophie that well, but I was sure she was loaded. I grabbed my clothes that were neatly folded on the counter and put them on before slipping my boots over my socked feet. Breakfast sounds good so I head out of the bedroom.

!!! Sophie !!!

"My boy builds coffins for better or worse
Some say its a blessing, some say its a curse
He fits them together in sunshine or rain
Each one is unique, no two are the same

My boy builds coffins and I think it's a shame
That when each one's been made, he can't see it again
He crafts everyone with love and with care
Then it's thrown in the ground, it just isn't fair!"


I sing to myself, dancing around the kitchen preparing breakfast. I wasn't sure what he liked so I made some of everything. I had a spot all ready for him. A large main plate, surrounded by five smaller plates. All overflowing with food. I had made pancakes, waffles, toast, scrambled eggs, poached eggs, deviled eggs, sausage, lots of bacon, and french toast. I had also laid out fruit, cereal, bagels, yogurt, granola, coffee, and juice. I hope he would like what I made. I pulled out the chair for him, left another note, and went to get ready for the day. I had a feeling it included sweats.



+_______+ Snakey Jakey



More. Fucking. Stairs. So far I have gotten lost twice. And walked down three flights of stairs. I've unintentionally discovered at least seven other bathrooms, a pool, a sauna and a game room that made me drool a little. I found another set of stairs going down. Great. I walk down them to find myself in .... the kitchen/dining area! Wooohooo! I made it!!! I look at the breakfast bar to find a chair pulled out, and another note.

Jake,
There is food set out, I hope you find something you like. Just leave whatever you don't eat it. My tour maid will be stopping by later this morning. After you finish, meet me out in the garage. We need to get this show on the road.
~Sophie Bones

Another note. This one was accompanied by notorious mountains of food. Just about every kind of breakfast food available was all set out for me. Damn. I think this woman may just be the most amazing person ever! I sit in my seat and tuck into the meal before me.
This woman has achieved the impossible. I'm full. I'm never full! I always want seconds! And thirds! And fourths! And whatever is left! And desert! But, I'm stuffed. I manage to finish all the food. I stack the plates and cups and set them in the sink. Now time to find the garage. Oh God! No more stairs!


!!! Sophie !!!
I take a short shower and dress in easy black sweat pants and an electric green MIWS (Miami International Womens Soccer) tee shirt from my high school days.I put my raven hairs into a high pony and smooth them back with a simple black headband. I throw my bag across my chest, grab my coffee and bags before making my way to my truck. I throw all my bags into the bed and set my coffee in the cup holder in the cab. I slide my bag on the seat and lean on my door.
"That was some breakfast."A voice startles me from behind.
"Hey Jake. I hoped you liked it." I smile at him. Such a cutie.
"I loved it, thank you! And thank you for ya know, not leaving me there to rot." He grimaces at the last part. I pull my phone from my bag and check the time.
"Come on." I grumble, sliding in the drivers seat. "We don't want to be late." I close my door and start the car.

Notes

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