Hey guys!

So I realize this chapter is fairly short, and sorry for that. Action will be coming up.

Thank all of you who has kept up with this story, 168 views is pretty big for me!

Thank you whom have reviewed and given me boost of confidence and help while writing this story!

I kinda changed a few things. So, Jake asked her out on a Friday, they set the date for that night around 11:30ish.

Thank you everyone, and enjoy!

~Lucid3762


Back at the house, Amber flopped onto her bed. What a day, she thought to herself. Danny and his cruel torment, some snide words from Bridget, but the best of all, Jake asking her out to the movie.

"What do I wear?" she asked herself aloud. Amber sat up and walked over to her closet. Since her room was the only non-drugged, clean room in the entire house, her's closet was neatly arranged. Her mother, back before her cocaine addiction, used to call her a neat-freak teasingly. Her closet, arranged very neatly by what the clothes were. On the far left stood Amber's dresses, most of which were a dark color with a couple of sundresses and one pink dress which one of her mother's boyfriends got for her and forced her to wear even though he knew that she hated pink. Next was her shirts, again, mostly made of neutral colors and a couple of blue shirts and then her jeans. Her clothes took up ⅓ of the closet space another ⅓ of the closet was a hanging shoe rack. It was tan and made of cloth with four big squares, all filled with Amber's shoes. She had everything from combat boots to fancy flats, even a pair of high heels her mother gave her as a gift for a school dance she was invited to. She shuffled through the mass of jeans, shirts, and dresses until she found the perfect outfit, a black long sleeved shirt that hung slightly past her fingertips and her signature black leather pants with silver boots. With a satisfied look, she set down the outfit on top of her seal brown wooden chest laying in front of her bed, an heirloom given to her by her grandma. Inside it was just more valuables that she couldn't keep in her locker without it all crashing down on her. With giddiness in her heart, Amber stared at the clothes lying on the chest. Would he think I'm weird for wearing such plain clothes? God, I hope not.


At his house, things weren't going as smoothly as he hoped. Jake do this, Jake do that, walk Trevor, do your chores. All Jake wanted to do was go upstairs, maybe do his homework. But mostly he wanted to prepare, prepare for the wonderful night him and Amber had in store. Jake could still picture her standing before him, her face flushed when he asked her out, the shine in her eyes as they set a time and date. He couldn't help but smile as he reminisced about that moment behind the tree.

Finally, Jake got all of his chores done and finally rushed upstairs before he was called to yet another project. When he closed the door behind him, a sigh was emitted. I need to clean this room. he thought to himself; everywhere, clothes and papers lied on the ground. He picked up as much papers as he could and shoved them into a drawer in his desk on the wall and put as much clothes as he could into the barely used white plastic hamper. While by the hamper inside his closet, Jake picked out a nice clean outfit for his date with Amber even though it was a day away. A nice clean grey shirt and faded denim jeans with black combat boots. Panic spread throughout him, what if this wasn't nice enough? Would she care?

His thought were interrupted as a buzz from his phone was emitted.

Hi. it read from an unknown number We need to talk.

Who is this?

None of your concern.

Bridget?

No.

Well what do you want?

Meet me in the park now.

Fine.

Jake closed his phone and grabbed his coat.

"Mom! I'm going to walk Trevor again!" he yelled to his mother.

"Alright! Be back soon!" she called back. Jake set out towards the park with Trevor's leash in hand and him bounding along beside him. In the park, Jake saw no one but a dark figure sitting on the park bench.

"Jake?" it called. Jake didn't recognize the voice, but it was feminine. He walked closer hesitantly

"You the mystery messenger?

"That I am."

"What do you want?". The figure stood, Jake was close enough to see the figure was fairly small but had brown hair hanging over her face, framing it. Her green eyes pierced through the night. Jake remembered her as the girl that was staring at Jake as he asked Amber out, Jane was her name.

"You." Jane said.