When Jake Admits: Chapter 3
Written by Poser
Jake woke up the next morning with a headache. He was up all night last night, going back and forth from reading the blog on Peyton's web site to tending to Jenny's constant crying. He knew for a fact he was in love with Peyton...ever since she was there for Jenny he had known he loved her. He knew she wouldn't be anything like Nikki, especially since she hates Nikki's guts as much as he does. He switched from Peyton's blog to her web cam. It was still turned on, but she was sleeping. Well of course she's sleeping, he thought. It's nearly three in the morning. Thinking that made him a little more tired than he originally was, so he had decided to go on to bed. The next, though, he'd make a decision.
He was dreaming. The kind of dream you never want to wake up from because it is way too good to be true. He, Lucas, and the whole basketball team, for that matter was in tuxedos. Then there was Peyton...she was in a wedding dress. At first he thought because she was marrying Lucas. Tailing her was the cheerleading squad. They were in maroon bride's maids' dresses. When Peyton reached the point she was supposed to walk to when the groom replaced her father, she looked at Jake, who was looking back. Lucas was eyeballing the two, when he finally nudged Jake.
"Okay," he whispered, trying not to be loud. "She's yours now...go marry her."
After that, Jake walked forward, and in front of Peyton, who's face even looked beautiful under a veil. Peyton hooked her arm to his and they walked to the priest, who was hooded. There was a slight pause as they had waited for the priest to remove the hood and get on with the ceremony.
"Uh," Peyton had begun. "We're ready to get married."
With that, the priest removed the hood from themselves. It was Nikki.
Jake woke up, sweating...mostly from humidity, mostly from fright that Nikki was in his dream. It was really the last thing he wanted. He ran a hand through his wet (from sweat) hair, and reached under the bed, pulling out the yearbook, flipping to where he had left his mohawk teddy bear card as a bookmark. There was Peyton's picture. He stared for a while and realized that he loved more than he imagined. A lot more than he had imagined. He sat up in his bed. He was in a pair of plaid boxers and a white T-shirt. He flipped through the yearbook, finding every page with Peyton's name or picture. After going through the whole yearbook, he had found at least 10 pictures Peyton was in.
"My god," he had started. "I want to be with her...she's been one of my best friends, but...I want so much more than a friendship with her..."
He stood up, and began to pack his and Jenny's things immediately. He seemed eager just to get up and out of there and maybe it's because he wanted to see Peyton that bad. His cousin, who had been completely dressed, stood in the threshold of Jake and Jenny's room. He noticed Jenny was rousing, but still didn't want to disturb her. He whispered to Jake.
"Where are you going this early in the morning?" he asked. Then he noticed Jake wasn't just getting dressed, he was packing. "And why the HELL are you packing?"
That right there hit the spot. Jenny had started to whimper, and gradually began to cry. Jake picked her up, and put him in her carrier, which he had just put on. Now Jenny was like a backpack, but was over Jake's chest. And on top of that, she was a baby. He picked up the duffel bag he had packed, and the guitar he took with him. He began to look at his cousin.
"I've got to go back to Tree Hill."