Jake Nelson POV ~
I roll over and hit the floor with a thud. "What the fuck?!"
George starts laughing. "Good morning, you old soak!"
I squint up at my best friend's grinning face, the painful hangover starting to make itself known behind my left eye. I groan and throw my arm over my eyes to try and block out the harsh sunlight.
"I see college life is treating you well, son." I can hear the smirk in my dad's voice. I peek up at him and see he's holding out a Starbucks cup at me.
"Thanks dad." I gratefully suck down the dark bitter coffee, pulling myself back up onto the sofa. George and her dad, Jimmy, are sitting in the breakfast nook eating what smells like bacon rolls. "What are you guys doing here?"
"We were just in the neighborhood and thought we'd check in on our only offspring. Can we not do that now?" My dad sits down next to me, nudging my knee with his own. "So what's got you drinking so much you can't even make it upstairs on a school night?"
I shake my head slowly, dragging a hand down over my face. Fuck. I must've passed out as soon as we'd made it home last night. All I can remember is the slow walk home with Abi, pausing frequently for kisses. I'd been primed for sinking deep into her...
"Hey hey! Jakey, where the fuck did you go?" my dad asks with a smirk and a clip round the back of my head. I smirk back, lunging for my old man but he's still too quick for me, even in his forties.
A creak on the stairs makes us both turn towards them, and Abi freezes under our double gaze. She looks nearly as bad as I feel; dark smudges of eyeliner are smeared under her eyes, her hair is a mess, her clothes from yesterday are still on. She looks fucking beautiful.
"I take it you were the one out partying with my young, impressionable son last night," my dad lets me out of the choke hold he'd managed to get me in, dropping me so I end up once again on the hardwood floor, and stands with a smile, offering his hand to a slightly bewildered looking Abi, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jake's dad, James."
"Abi. Taylor." She swallows, before flashing him a shy smile and stepping forward to shake his hand.
"Jimmy. George's father." He waves over from his seat at the table, and George rolls her eyes.
"Nice to meet you both. I'm just, um...gonna go get ready for work."
I watch her walk back upstairs, and turn to catch my dad grinning at me. "What's with you, old man."
"I know that look, boy."
"Fuck you, there's no look." I push myself up and walk over to grab a roll off George's plate, and my dad follows me over, looking thoughtful.
"She looks older than you guys. Is she a student too?"
"No," George shakes her head, swallowing her mouthful before she continues, "She had to drop out in her freshman year. She's actually Jake's boss from the record store," my dad turns to me with both his eyebrows raised, "and I think she's just turned twenty-two."
"I didn't know that." I can't help but look back towards the stairs.
"Well, if the two of you actually had a conversation you'd might have found something abut her." George smirks at me as my dad's questioning gaze turns into a frown.
"Well, just be careful with those older girls, Jakey." I know he's thinking back to when he'd met my mom. She was five years older than him, and when they first got together she'd basically gotten him ostracized by his friends by acting like such a bitch to all of them, and by making my dad look like a dick all the time. He was lucky enough to have a much stronger friendship with Jimmy than she was able to destroy, although it looked like she was still trying to be a bitch to them all these years later.
"I will dad. In fact," I shove the rest of the bacon sub into my mouth, "I'm gonna check up on her real quick."
I bound upstairs to much laughter, and pause when I reach the top. The shower turns on and I hear her start to sing, so I make my way down the hallway and push the door open. I can see her silhouette behind the shower curtain, and lean up against the sink listening to her sublime voice.
The water shuts off, and she pulls back the curtain before clutching at her chest when she sees me. "Ohmigod! Jake. What the fuck?!"
I can't help but smile at the blush which graces her cheeks as I hand her a towel.
"Sorry." She gives me a look which says she doesn't believe me as she wraps the towel round her. "Honestly! I didn't mean to make you jump. But you don't have to be embarrassed in front of me." I step closer, and run my finger up her wet arm, up her wet neck, and tuck her hair behind her ear, making her shiver slightly. "You have absolutely nothing to be embarrassed about, trust me. And I'm really, really sorry we didn't get to finish what we started last night."
Abi sighs deeply, pushing my hand away and stepping past me out of the bathroom, leaving me alone in the steam.
I follow her into her room, confused.
"I'm not sorry. I don't think it's sensible for anything to happen between us Jake. I mean, we work together, we live together...it's too complicated. When it goes wrong..."
I shake my head, sitting down on her bed and pulling her by her hands to stand in between my legs. "When it goes wrong? Why would it go wrong?"
"It always goes wrong." A lone tear drops from her eye. She looks me in the eye, "I don't want it to go wrong with you."
I lift her hands to my mouth, and press a kiss to her knuckles, "It won't, I promise."
"I'm all kinds of broken, Jake." she whispers. I shake my head again, pulling her down into my lap and wrapping my arms around her, holding her close.