Hello there, I know it's been a while since I last updated any of my stories; I'm very sorry about that. Also this chapter was done for some time now; it just took me long to type it; and I swear the next chapter will be up sooner, and to those who patiently waited for this chapter, thank you very much. This story will be up to at least 5-7 chapters.

BTW, I actually made a chapter last December, but I re-wrote it… that one was too cheesy.

So, without further ado, here is the story…

My Own Little Issues

Chapter 1: Discriminative Listening

RYDER POV

"I'm so stupid!" I told myself as I ran as fast as I can out of the door; passing by the blonde bitch and Marley on the way. 'Now I do believe I'm stupid.' I thought as I reached my car. I moved record time trying to get in, feeling that Jake might be right behind me.

"Hey! Ryder, wait." I heard Jake shout by the sidewalk. But, being the stupid person I am, I didn't wait for him, instead I took off full speed away.

I was happy I reached home in one piece, at the speed I was going a little while ago, I thought I almost lose control of the vehicle. I breathe a sigh of relief as I got out of the car. I took the spare key under the mat and opened the door. I ran up the stairs as fast as I can, since I honestly wanna, lie on my bed and sleep everything away.

I was already in front of my bedroom door when I felt my phone vibrate; there was a text from a number I know too well.

"Hey I'm sorry about earlier…" Jake…

I didn't reply… and to be honest, that was the first time I ignored Jake. I really don't hate him but… it hurts to think that he thought my confession was only a joke; a fucking JOKE.

DAMN…

Why did I have to fall for an asshole? There are a lot of proper men, who might like me, but I just have to fall for someone like him… and that asshole of someone happens to be Jake Puckerman, of all people! And why for heaven's sake must I endure this humiliation, are my D's and F's not enough? I really wish I had fallen for someone else…

The first time I noticed that I like him was that one time on the field, I was practicing my throws when I saw him, sitting there, sweating a little bit due to the heat, he was drinking some bottled water; the sun's rays was hitting him at the right angle.

'He's so hot!' was the first thought that came to my mind. I just shrugged that thought away dismissively. Then after a while that simple thought became a crush, a crush that I shrugged off again, thinking, 'I'm not and WON'T be crushing on my bro, not ever.' Then I began to like him, I just thought that, 'This is only just a crush. There is nothing wrong in admiring other people's greatness.' Then that like became too unbearable and that is only when I admitted to myself that, "Ryder, you are in love with "the" Jake Puckermen." And that was the end of me. And up until now I am still thinking of other reasons for liking him (with the exemption of the looks area and his caring traits) which could knock out the asshole image he has in my head.

But only one thing is definite. I love him and only him… asshole or not. And that is the reason why that rejection sucked like hell. I honestly hope that he'll see me the way I see him someday.

And I know that that day won't come anytime now. But at least there is still that little hope. At least I'll make myself believe that it might happen someday.

I looked at my phone again; his text was still the one on display. I lay down on my bed. Thinking about a lot of things, until I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up annoyed to an awful sound. It was like someone was throwing stones, on my GLASS window. I stood up and the sound just continued, going much louder and faster. Then I realized something 'Scratch that... some son of a bitch IS throwing stones on my window!'

"WHAT THE HELL!" I shouted, marching towards the place of the sound, ready to give that mother fucker who thought that it's nice to use my window for target practice a piece of my mind. "WHO THE FUCK IS DOING THIS!" I shouted as I opened my window, barely dodging a stone which hit my lampshade, 'Shit! There goes my 25 bucks!'

There I saw an angry looking Jake, about to throw another stone.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing asshole?!" `I shouted.

"I dunno, maybe trying to get your attention?" He said, sarcasm oozing with every word.

"Maybe try not breaking my lampshade! And look, you almost broke my window!" I said gesturing at the things.

"Well try answering my texts!" He shouted back. I took my phone from the bed and yeah, there were eight messages from Jake.

"Wait how did you know this is my window?" I asked a little bit curious, since I don't remember telling him where my room is. Let alone my address!

"Lucky guess?" He shrugged.

"What do you want?" I asked folding my arms to my chest.

"Don't you wanna let me in first?" He smiled.

"Fine, go to the front door." I said as I made my way down to meet the asswipe who almost broke my window, and trashed my lampshade.

"Okay what do you want?" I said after opening the door, only to meet him grinning like a motherfucker.

"I was just um-hmmm- worried, because you just ran like that and never texted me back." He said nervously.

"So just for that you trashed my $25 lamp, and almost broke my window, you could've just knocked. I would gladly open the door for you." I said. Even though I might not really do it since I'm asleep.

"Uh-huh… you wouldn't answer my texts and you'll open the door for me. Very believable, that's very funny."

"Okay, let's stop the chit-chat and go to the topic at hand. What do you really want from me?" I said in a serious tone. "You can't be here for just that."

"Well I just wanna talk." He said. "Was everything you told me true?"

"Well it's up to you." I answered.

"Not really the answer I was looking for."

"Sadly they might be." I said turning around towards the stairs.

"What do you mean by "sadly"?" He asked as he followed me.

"Let's talk in my room, my parents might hear." I said without looking at him.

"Nice house dude." He said as he looked around.

"Pay attention to the stairs, you might trip." I warned.

"Don't worry I mastered the art of "Stair Tourism(!?)" He said, making me laugh. I turned round.

"Don't be stupid." I said with a smile.

"Hey I made you laugh with my stupidity." He smiled.

"Yes you did." I replied as I turned to the direction of my room, and slipped, only for Jake to catch me with his arms, which made my heart beat a mile per second.

"Warning, right back at you." He smirked.

"Thanks." I said as I fixed myself, trying to hide the blush on my face.

"Hey since I saved you, can I ask you a favor?" He grinned.

I thought about it for a minute then, "Fine, what is it?"

"Can I stay here for a while?" He said.

"What? Why?" I asked, turning even redder.

"Well, my mom is leaving for a business trip. And my brother is in L.A. again, for something." He said looking a little bit down.

"Aw, is the "great" Jake Puckerman afraid?" I joked.

"No I'm just not used to being alone anymore." He said as he leaned on the wall.

"Why not, my parents will be gone for a while too, so yeah." I replied, and to be honest; I don't really know why I'm agreeing to this. It's like suicide!

"Great, I'll bring my things tomorrow!" He said as he ran down the stairs.

"Wait, what?"

"Didn't I tell you that it'll last for three days?"

"No."

"Well, I'm sorry; but you already agreed, no take backs." He smirked.

"Ass!" I shouted.

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And I went through with it. Now for 72 hours (straight!) the great asshole will be here, without my parents for the first 48 hours. I wonder how the hell this will go. Any minute now he'll be here and I don't have any idea what food to give him… wait a minute; why should I give him food? He's already crashing in here for three damn days dammit! And when did I begin cursing like a sailor? And why the fuck am I doing it?

"Buzz, buzz,"

Here he is… my misery begins. My freaking torture begins.

"Come in, it's open!" I shout from the living room.

"Ugh, hi" he said trying to lift three small bags, which looks really heavy by the way, at the same time.

"Do you want something to eat?" (oh, hell no!) I blurted out.

"Yeah, how about pizza, my treat…" He says, his lips curving upward into a smile.

"You, treating? That's a first." I say, my lips curving up as well; as I fold my arms in front of me.

"Why, you don't want to? He asks, raising an eyebrow. And oh my gosh, that face is so tempting!

"Why not, I'm actually starving."

"I'll order pepperoni, do you want drinks?"

"No, I have juice in the fridge, is apple okay to you?"

"Yeah."

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A few minutes later the pizza guy came. Turns out Jake ordered two boxes. We ate in comfortable silence while watching some Marvel and DC movies until the pizza ran out, I took some of the biscuits from my mom's stash and we continued the marathon.

We watched a few more movies, including chick flicks, until 2:00am, when we decided we need some rest for school tomorrow.

"Jake listen, if you want you can borrow the extra mattress in my room; the mattress in the guest room is busted. Or do you wanna sleep on the couch." I said as I stood up.

"I thought I was rooming with you?" He said as he stretched, showing some of the skin on his back.

"What?" I stared disbelievingly at him. "Don't you remember what happened yesterday?"

"I do, don't worry I won't do that to you again. And what happened was not entirely my fault since the girls thought that it's fun to spike the drinks." He explained.

"What do you mean by spike the drinks?"

"The soda was spiked with rum."

'That explains it!' I thought. "You know that what I said might be due to the alcohol, right?" I asked. Thinking that I could get away with what I did without paying the consequences. Here comes the denial king award…

"Really? It sounded real though." He said scratching his head a bit.

"I say the weirdest things when drunk." I smiled, making him smile too.

"So do I, bro, so do I." He said as he patted my shoulder.

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'This is fucki'n torture!' I thought as Jake lay on the mattress next to my bed. 'Why in fuck's world did I agree to this?' I ask myself as I took a glance at him. 'He's soo cute!' I thought while blushing. Good thing I turned the lights off or I swear I'll look like a tomato.

But I guess that's also a wrong move, because the moonlight from my window hits his face nicely.

"Why are you staring at me?" he said out of the blue.

"W-what are you talking about? I'm not staring." I said as I turned around.

"Whatever dude." He said as he returned to sleep.

'OMG! I thought as I sigh. 'This is not going to work.' I told myself 'This will never work, never ever.'

"What will never work?" He asked.

"Did I say that out loud?" I asked, dumbfounded. 'Why does this happen more often nowadays?'

"Whatever bro, I'm trying to sleep here, don't be too loud."

"Fine, Jerk!" I shouted as threw one of my pillows at him.

"Hey!" He said as he threw the pillow back, which hit me square on the back of my head by the way. "What the hell is that pillow made of? Rocks?" He shouted.

"No asshole, the pillow just hates you!"

"Why the hell are you bitching out?"

"Me? Bitching out? Are you stupid?"

"So now I'm stupid… are you planning on keeping this up all night, 'coz we have school tomorrow?" He asked.

"Fuck you!" I answered as I covered myself with my comforter.

"Hey…" Now his tone is calmer and lower. "What's wrong?"

"You!"

"Why me?" He asked, while sitting beside me.

"Because you're stupid."

"Why?"

"Because no matter how hard I try to tell you tha… never mind"

"Tell me what?" He asked, now sounding a bit pissed.

"I told you it's nothing! Go back to bed." I said as I pulled my comforter higher.

"Fine." He said as he stood up; then I heard my door open and close with a bang.

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The next morning Jake was not on the mattress we laid on the floor last night. I tried looking all-over the house for him, but he's nowhere to be found. I tried calling his phone but it only says "out of coverage area…"

"Way to fuck this up further, Ry." I told myself.

Then when I got tired of looking, I went to the living room to watch some T.V. even though it's boring; I always try to watch the news every morning. Then when it was in the middle of the news about a certain place being watched, due to an unnatural phenomena, someone blind folded my eyes.

"Who's doing this?" I tried to thrash around but the person's hold was strong. "Hey, speak up!" I said while trying to elbow him. I did a lot of things but so far nothings been working. Until I land a punch on him somewhere.

"Ouch, hey! Relax, it's me." I heard a very familiar voice say.

"J-Jake? What are you doing?" I asked feeling a little bit relieved.

"Just… stand and follow my lead." He said as he took my hand and led me somewhere. And for your information; I'm freaking out like a mother fucker, and this would be nice and romantic, if only we are together, but sadly were not. "Were here!" H shouted, startling me a little. Then he took the blind fold off and what I saw surprised me.

So here is the first chapter… sorry for not updating early. So here it is! And I know it's short and boring but at least I edited it a little… the next chapter will be better and longer I promise.

BTW:

""Talking

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