Chapter 8

Taylor and Vega were laughing hysterically, both drenched in syryp, bisquick, and strawberry pancakes. "Mercy! Mercy! I give up!" Taylor yelled, still laughing. "Phewwwwww!!!!!" said Vega, taking a deep breath and surveying the damage. She grabbed the phone and called Mrs. Hawthorn. "Hello?" came the sleepy male voice. "Umm.. hi can i talk to Maggie please?" Vega asked politely. "Vega? Is that you?" Jason asked. Oh my gosh I totally forgot about Jason! Vega thought slapping herself in the face. "Umm.. yeah it is... did I wake you up Jason? It's almost noon, I thought you--- everyone would be up by now... sorry, but can I talk to your mom?". "Sure hun, just one minute," the sleepy Jason replied. "MOOOOOOOOMM!!" came from the phone as Vega held it away to keep the harsh scream from busting her eardrums. Mrs. Hawthorn came to the phone. "Hello Vega, what can I do for you?" the kind old woman asked. "Umm.. we have some trouble over here.. see I kinda made this huge mess with syryp and pancakes? I tripped and spilled it everywhere, and then I fell in it.. oh it's just awful!" Vega faked crying. "Oh don't fret honey, I'll be right over! This job could be tough, I'll bring Jason too! See you in few!" said Maggie, and she hung up before Vega could get another word in. Oh no, not another Jason/Jordan confrontation! she suddenly thought. "Umm.. Tay, let's get cleaned up... you better be getting back to the hotel... won't your parents spazz if they know you were gone all night.. and even worse.. that you were with me?" she said, thinking quickly. "Yeah I guess you're right. Man, they're probably spazzing! I'll hop in the shower for like 5 minutes.. sorry about getting syryp on your hanson shirt. I'll wash it for you, ok?" Jordan said, genuinely concerned. "Alright," Vega said, not really caring, just wanting to hurry him up. The silence followed, but she noticed that Jordan was watching her, trying to make eye contact. She looked up at him, and their eyes locked. Jordan leaned in, trying to give her a kiss. "You better get in the shower," she said reluctantly. He looked confused, but nodded, and slowly went up the stairs. One of the finest guys in the world is making a move on me and I tell him to go take a shower! Ugh, Vega you're so dumb! she thought, kicking herself in the butt, not literally. She hopped in her mom's shower once again and got cleaned up as usual. After the two were both all fresh and clean again, they met in the living room. "Well, I guess this is goodbye, again," Jordan said, looking at the floor. "Yeah, I guess so," Vega said. "Oh yeah, V? I wanted to ask you why you were in the bed with me when I woke up," Jordan asked, still seeming to be studying his shoe. "Oh, that... well, i had a bad dream and I was scared. You made me feel safe," Vega said, joining the extensive research on her own shoes. Jordan suddenly looked up, and Vega did too. Jordan wasn't sure he wanted to try for another kiss, so he held out his arms. Vega stepped into his arms and kissed his cheek, trying not to cry so that her mascara wouldn't run. "I love you, Jordan," she said, almost in a whisper. "I love you too, V," Jordan replied, hugging her tighter. The couple didn't notice a knock at the door, and suddenly Jason's hostile voice echoed through the room, directed right at Taylor. "What the HECK do you think you're doing?!" he demanded.