June , 2007.....
--A fire had erupted at the residence of Channel 6 news correspondent Gracy Ryans and ger Husband Richard Ryans.--
--The fire was believed to have started after their son Jake Ryans had left the stove on while cooking.--
--The bodies of the deceased where found face approaching the stove, both facing the floor..--
--So today the community mourns the loss of two great lndividuals who contributed thousands to it, be it personally or intellictually.--
-May their souls rest in peace....-
"Yeah...blame the kid, the one who is mourninng right, the one who doesnt know what to do anymore." Debbie said, silently crying as he watch her sister entered the earth...
Jake didnt have anyone else to take care of , he was only 9 at the time but still knew the cruelities of the world.
His Aunt Debbie was told that she wad supposed to drop off at a Orphanage where he would be taken care of.
But Debbie didnt want that, he was her sister's son, her only child. She couldnt live with herself if that even happened.
So she filled for custody of him. After a long struggle with the legal system and many court hearings, she finally won custody of him, making her his legal guardian.
So from that point, Jake had started living with her Aunt Debbie and cousin Alex. She helped him get over his shock and grief.
Showing him with love and care, pampering him with love. But due to his childhood trauma, Jake became introverted, rarely leaving the house.
This was extremely a problem when he entered teenage hood. Now a energetic 17 year old. His trying to understand all these new feeling his having.
March, 2017...
Jake was asleep in his room, the morning sun barerly sipping through his shut out curtains . He groaned as his alarm beeped aloudly.
[08 : 25].....
He was late for class, but he didnt care that much. Too focused on getting more sleep.
"Ugh....i should stop setting alarms...." he said, tapping the snooze button for the 8th time. But then, with the force of pure annoyance, his door swang open.
He jerked up, trying to focus his vision on who ever might be there. "Seriously, cant you knock for once in your life..." jake said, pointing at the individual at his door.
"Hmm no, besides i have to make sure youre not beating your meat to fictional slorp." Alex said, standing right over him.
Her ample chest contained in her tight croptop, short shorts riding up her thick thighs. Plump lips curled into a soft pout.
Jake looked away, his body already reacting to her proximity. "Hey dont ignore me, look at me when im talking to you!!" She shouted, pulling the sheets off of him.
Jake sat up and stared at Alex, who had a stupid smile on her face. "Seriously, what do you want from me?" He asks, sounding defeated.
"Arent you supposed to go for classes today dipshit?" She asked, crossing her arms over her chest.
"No, im not today." Jake responded, laying back onto the bed.
"Really, cause one of your friends is here to pick you up."she added on, leaning against the door.
"Dont care, tell them im sick or something like that, im not in the mood." He told her.
"Alright, ill tell that bitch Jess youre not feeling well today." She says, walking out of your room, closing the door behind her with a soft click.
Jake sighs as he covers himself again, but then it hits him like a truck kun running over a isekai protagonist. "Shit!!." He said, jumping out of bed.
He starts looking for his clothes, anything that isnt dirty or used. He finds his iconic plain white shirt and cargo pants.
He swang the door open and ran, "damn it, damn it, damn it, i hope she hasnt left ye-" he saids, but then trips as he goes down the stairs.
He lands at the bottom with a loud thud, back against the wall and legs in the air. He looks up as his vision blurs a bit.
Atop the stairs stands Alex, smiling at him as she decends , hips swaying left and right with calculated movements.
She stands infront of him and shakes her head. "Be careful, people have died from falling down the stairs, its dangerous." She says with a voice full of false care and concern.
"Why are you like this?" Jake asks, groaning in pain.
"I dont know what youre talking about." She says, walking down the rest of the stairs, leaving him in his situation.
Alex got up slowly, feeling some pop in his back that shouldn't have. He stretches , almost crying from the sheer pain.
And then slowly starts walking down the remaining flight of stairs. As he reaches the bottom, he sees someone sitting on the couch.
Her small frame sinking into the plush couch, he smiles as he sees her. His heart always skipping a beat each time.
"Hey Jess, how are you doing?" He asks from across the room, holding onto his lower back.
Jess turns to his direction, her brown eyes dillating slightly at the sound of his voice. "J-jake... i thought you ....Alex said...." she tried to say, but couldnt.
She got up, he small body nearly vanishing, she isnt that small though, standing at a mere 1.50m compared to his 1.70m.
She walked slowly towards him, looking away, she stands infront of him. "Im glad you're feeling well.." she says. Her voice so pure it can convert a non believer.
"I wasnt sick, i was just late ...yeah." he says , a half truth and a half lie.
Jess looks confused, and tilts her head slightly. "But Alex said you had went for Male circumsition." She says without fear or hesitation.
Jake was shocked, Jess saw his reaction and blushed deeply. "Wait im sorry....i wasnt supposed to say that was i..." she says shyly.
"No dont worry about it." He says.
'I shouldnt be surprised at all really." He thinks to himself.
"So, what brought you here , i mean why are you here....i mean....ugh....im just glad to see you." He says, straightening his posture.
Jess blushed hard, really hard, whole face red and shaking hard.
Jake blushed as well, avoiding eye contact.
"Jesus, just fuck already, this is just embarassing." Alex says from the kitchen, shaking her head slightly.
"Shut up Alex." Jake says, turning around to face her, blushing even more. Jess comes from behind and hugs him.
"Its okay, i dont mind really, .....thats actually why im here." She says.
Jake is left shocked and speechless.