[Jake was typing up a response to Ivy’s text as he made his way up to his bedroom. It was getting late. Without any lessons after school, Jake had spent his time doing his Mother’s Day shopping, getting some homework done, and hitting up the gym for a couple hours before it closed. While he hadn’t necessarily ignored Ivy all day, he tried not to be too obnoxious about all of the texting they did. He almost always kept his phone in his pocket when he was around Marley or Ryder or Kitty or in Glee Club, in part to avoid nosy questions but mostly out of respect for his friends. It’d taken him so long to make friends at McKinley that he wasn’t willing to give them the wrong impression that he wasn’t interested or he’d rather be somewhere else. He didn’t text or drive and almost never touched his phone when he was in the studio or the gym, so throughout the day Jake honestly didn’t have a ton of time to talk to Ivy. Most of their conversations usually started during times like these, at the end of both of their busy days and ended when one or both of them were two tired to type.
Finally arriving in his room, Jake tossed his duffel bag near the door and collapsed into bed, grateful that he’d taken the time to shower and change into a clean shirt and pair of basketballs shorts. He could fall asleep just like this…but he hadn’t finished his reply to Ivy yet. Still a couple of sentences left to write, Jake hit Ivy’s name to view her contact info and let his thumb hover over the little phone symbol. He was supposed to call.
Jake still hadn’t decided if it was a good idea or not. It was a leveling up of this strange friendship they’d formed. And while Jake wanted to hear her voice and knew talking would be faster then typing out these insane blocks of text…he wasn’t sure he could handle being any closer to Ivy. Somehow, without even meeting, this thing between them had turned into the most intimate relationship he had. Every night he’d lie in bed and tell this girl everything, things he couldn’t talk to his friends or his girlfriend about. More often than not Ivy was the last person he spoke to at night and the first person he spoke to in the morning. As he lay in bed waiting for the dark screen of his phone light up with another message, he’d imagine her lying next to him. He wanted her there with him to look at and touch and listen to and talk to. It was a crazy kind of want that Jake felt to his core and it’d only gotten stronger after he’d sated his growing curiosity by creeping on pics she had posted online. So often he’d try to brush it all off as something less than what he strongly suspected it was. It could just be his overactive libido reacting to pics of a hot girl or it could be the fact that not being able to have her just made him want her more, or…more likely, it could be the fact that Ivy had “JP” on her wrist and someday he’d have “IH” on his.
Jake had heard stories of soulmates recognizing each other through photos alone. But he couldn’t be sure if this was that. Ivy was being secretive about the initials on her wrist and Jake only had one on his. It was possible the attraction Jake felt was just his overactive hormones. Because even if he wanted Ivy, he didn’t want her more than he wanted to keep to the status quo. He was happy with Marley. He wasn’t ready for everything he and Ivy could be. It couldn’t hurt for them to be freinds though, right? It didn’t mean they couldn’t talk, right? Jake pressed the all button and held the phone to his ear.]
Hey. I was about to reply to your text but thought this’d be easier. [Jake held his breath as he waited to hear Ivy’s voice for the first time.]