I am not a morning person. Well I mean who is? Imagine waking up at an ungodly hour just to do what? Oh that's right, nothing! You just do normal things just earlier on in the day.

Plus my body was not designed for the AM. I need at least 20 minutes to comb through my hair. And the worst part my hair is thick. If you have thick hair, you know my struggle.

Let's be honest for a second. If you are an Internet Person, you do not go to sleep by at least 3 in the morning. Then since my school starts at 7:15 for some stupid reason, I wake up at 6 in the morning. 3 hours of sleep is what I get on a regular basis. My body spent years adjusting to that. Anything longer meant it is the weekend and I can sleep in late.

However, since I went to sleep at 1 in the morning that meant I got 2 extra hours of sleep. Yeah, yeah 5 hours of sleep is better than 3. But not in my case.

I get it. It is hard to wake me up, if it is on days like these. For example, today.

I wake up to find myself drenched in ice cold water. I bolt upwards in an instant.

Now, I understand that it is difficult to wake me up. But to douse me with ice cold water?! This bitch had to go.

I am sitting up with my wet bed sheets on my lap. I wipe my eyes and amazingly knotted up hair. I open my eyes to see Jake glaring at me. He has his arms crossed over his chest.

Why is this asshole mad? Did he get drenched in freezing cold water?! Noooo.

"What the fuck dude!?" I yell while grabbing a pillow and throwing it at him. It hits him on his chest, but he based in his face, it had not affect on him.

"Did I ruin your precious sleep, Sleeping Ugly?" He asks while walking towards me.

"Isn't it Sleeping Beauty?" I ask while discretely grabbing another one of my pillows.

He throws his head back and laughs. "Oh please you look like anything but Beauty." He mocks me. That was the final straw. I lunge at him with the pillow. I can see his eyes widen in shock. Surprisingly, I use enough force to knock him down. I sit up so I straddle him, and I start whacking him with my pillow.

"You *whack* fucking *whack* bastard *whack* why *whack* in *whack* the *whack* world *whack* would *whack* you *whack* ever *whack* do *whack* that?!" I give him one final whack before I toss the pillow on the bed

"If you would stop I will tell you." He says while grabbing my wrists.

"If you would stop you would know I already did." I say while yanking my wrists back.

In an instant I am under Jake. His legs are intertwined with mine his lower half, againist mine. His hands right beside my head. His breath fanning my collar bone.

"I like this position, a lot better." He whispers.

"I am sure you do, but I however do not." I say while attempting to wiggle out of his death trap. Key word, attempting. This guy is, I swear to god, made of cement. Since I can't get out of his hold, so I take another strategy.

I lightly trace his tattoos, I go up his arm and toward his face. The entire time my fingers are barely touching his smooth, flawless skin. I pass his biceps and are now on his shoulders. He leans forward his plush lips brushing against my own. My hands are now on his face. He is still too tense, so in order to relax him I move my lips meeting his very own.

His lips move against my own. He pushes himself upward using his lower half to grab my hands and push them onto the floor. His lips leave mine, but he kisses me from my cheek, to behind my ear, to my jaw, to my throat, to the base of my throat, and finally my soft spot. Which happens to be where the side of my neck meets my collar bone. He kisses it before he begins to suck on it. Without meaning to I moan. Which causes him to suck harder. Once he is done with his hickey he brings his face level with mine. Right as he is about to say something we are interuppted by my lovely roomate.

"Hey Yo Ava, you need to- WOAH! HOLY SHIT!" Flora shrieks. Jake jumps away from me, and lands on my bed.

"Damn woman way to scare the poor guy." I say to her while standing up and sitting on my bed.

"POOR GUY!? HE GAVE YOU A FUCKING HICKEY, I AM SURE YOU WOULDN'T LET ANY OTHER GUY DO THAT TO YOU!" Flora points out. I wave her off.

"You came in here for a reason." I say.

"Oh yeah, I was going to say shut the hell up it is 5:30 in the morning." Flora says while crossing her arms. I whip my head towards my alarm clock, and see it say 5:35 in green neon numbering.

"Hey, uh why are you wet?" Flora says with confusion laced in her voice.

"Long story," I say while getting up and grabbing a towel. I turn around to notice she is still there. "May I help you?"

"No nothing just make sure you kids use protection." Flora says with a smirk and closes the door. I roll my eyes at her response. I face Jake, "Is there a reason on why you dumped ice cold water on me and woke me up at 5:30 in the morning?"

He looks at me sheepishly, "You wouldn't wake up so I got this idea from a challenge and you said that we would talk about it in the morning well it's morning now."

"Yeah but I figured you would ask while we got ready for school." I tell him while deciding what I was going go wear to school.

"Oh that makes more sense." He mutters.

"Yeah well not shit." I say while grapping low rise very light blue shorts with a grey cuffed sleeved crop top. The top is very flowy and perfect for the summer. I pair it with a grey converse. "Go to Flora and ask her if she has clothes from ex boyfriends." I order before walking into my bathroom.

"Oh before I forget take the sheets off my bed and put it in the dryer." I order him before finally walking inside. I hear him say something along the lines of bossy.

I put on the clothes, and add some lotion to my legs and arms. Because I don't need to go to school with ashy legs or arms nu uh.

I blow dry my hair, because it is still damp from my awesome ice bath. Once done I put it into a messy ponytail with a strand coming out of it once and a while. Then I put on a red bandana and tie it around my head.

Once done with my hair I move on to my make up. I put some concealer, then some powder, I put on eye-liner and give myself a wing. I then fill in my eye brows, once satisfied I pick out my brightest shade of red lipstick and put it on.

I pick up my clothes and put it in the hamper making a mental note to do my laundry after school. I step outside to see Jake sitting on my bed wearing also a grey shirt.

Jake stands up when he notices I am outside of the bathroom.

"Oh hell no go change your shirt." I say while pointing out the door.

"Jesus what's the big deal?" Jake asks.

"The big deal is, you are wearing a grey shirt." I point out.

"Yeah I noticed." Jake says while crossing his arms.

"I am also wearing a grey shirt." I explain.

"Yeah I noticed." Jake says again but this time rolling his eyes.

"We are matching people are going to think we are one of those couples. People are going to think we are a couple!!!" I explain.

"Look, this is the only shirt she had, ok?" He points out.

I wave him before I finally examine his outfit, well his full outfit. He is wearing a sleeveless grey shirt exposeing his muscles and his tattoos, with some black soccer pants. I will admit this though, he looks good today. Of course I will never say that out loud. My pride is too big.

I look at the time and see it is 6:15. I would have been in bed 15 minutes ago...

"How about we go to a café and eat breakfast, when we are there I can ask yiu questions." Jake suggests.

"That is a good idea. I just need to grab my school stuff then we can go." I say while beginning to grab my back pack.

I walk into the living room to see that he also has his back pack ready.

"Let's go." I say while walking past him and grapping my keys.

Once we arrive at the café I am hit with the smell of coffee, and my it smells wonderful. It is very homy, and it is familt owned you can just tell. We sit down in a booth, you have to step up in order to get into it. Inside the booth there are plush pillows, you would think it would be cramped but it is very roomy.

"Hi, welcome to Cup of Coffee. My name is Summer I will be your waitress today, what can I start you guys off with?" A girl asks, based on her appearance she is like the girl next door. I notice she keeps looking at my neck, I just shrug it off.

"Hi, uh I will get the Breakfast Special with black coffee." Jake says while folding up his menu and pushing it towards Summer.

"Ok, and for you?" She turns her body towards me.

"Uh I will have a cheese omlet with coffee as well but with 3 vanilla creamers." I tell her while giving her the menu.

"Ok the coffee will be right out." She informs before she walks an away. I take the opportunity to get a good look at the café. There are a handful of people here this early in the morning, mostly old people with their husband or wife.

Goals...

"When did you start?" Jake asks. I turn my attention towards him.

"I started when I was 14." I tell him.

"You started stripping at 14!?" Jake asks a bit too loud. All the couples turn their heads and look at us with disgust, but one couple looks at us as if we reminded them of them when they were our age.

"No you dim wit I started pole dancing when I was 14." I correct him while smacking him on his forehead.

"Oh that makes more sense." He says while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yeah no shit you retard." I say while picking up my coffee that was just delivered. I silently thank Summer before taking a sip.

"Ok, well keep explaining." Jake orders before taking a sip of his coffee.

"Well, for as long as I can remember I have always been dancing. My mom was also a dancer, so I guess that is where I got it from.

But then 4 years ago my parents started fighting, nothing major just little things would tick each other off. And I was only 13 I figured they would get over it. But over time it got worse, a year later my mom had enough and she was going to leave my dad, and I was going to go with her.

But then my dad got better, he started apologizing to my mom, he started paying attention to my dancing. My mom considered staying. Then my mom suggested pole dancing, my mom was just that amazing she let her 14 year old daughter do pole dancing. At the time I didn't know it was a distraction.

Turns out my dad was only getting worse, he started abusing my mom. My mom only out me in thise classes because he left early for work, so I wouldn't see him by the time I got home from school he would be there, but since I had pole dancing class after school I wouldn't see him. Then I had dance class after Pole dancing class, so by the time I was home my dad was passed out drunk in his bed, it gave my mom enough time to clean up and cover up her bruises.

The entire time I thought we were a happy family. It wasn't until a pole dancing lesson got canceled and I came home early to see my mom on the floor barely awake with my dad over her aiming at her head with a gun. My mom seemed to wake up instantly when she saw that I was there, she stood up and I looked at my dad to see that he now had the gun aimed at me. I was shocked and I heard the gun shot, and I looked down to expect blood, there was blood, but it wasn't mine.

I looked down to see that my mom was shot in the chest. That seemed to wake up my dad, from whatever dream he was in and in that moment I saw my dad. My real dad, I saw the man that came to every dance recital and brought a dozen roses. But then he realized what he did and shot himself in the head."

I didn't realize I was crying until I felt a callused hand wipe away my tears. The hand disappears, and I look up to see Jake walk to my side of the booth. He sits down, and picks me up so I straddle him. It isn't a sexual position more like a position letting me know that he is here for me.

I wrap my arm around his neck and put my nose on his collar bone, and I just sit there hugging him. He arms are around my waist pulling me closer to him, so that my body is on his.

He doesn't say anything and he doesn't have to. In that moment, it is just us. It is like he put us in our own little bubble shutting out the rest of the world. I pull back just enough to look at him.

"I am so glad I wore water proof mascara." I chuckle in attempt to lighten up the mood. It works because I hear him laugh as well.

He doesn't say anything he just lifts his hand to wipe away any tears that have left my eyes. I trace his tattoos again, I realize it has become a sort of habbit, but I don't mind, and by the looks of it he doesn't mind either.

I look into his colorful eyes, and in them I don't see pity. I see wonder, and a hint of impressive look as well.

"The entire time I just thought they dissappeared on you or died in a car accident, you know the cliché way." He mutters while getting a loose strand of hair and twirling it in his hand.

"Oh come on, I thought clichés were too main stream." I point out. He laughs, at my weird saying.

"I guess you're right, for once." He says with a smirk, but not his usual cocky one. It is more like I am enjoying this moment, and you can tell it is real because it shows his right dimple. I lightly touch it.

"Jake?" I ask him while tracing his tattoos again.

"Ava?" He asks in response.

I look him in his eyes and ask him "What do your tattoos mean?"