Over and Out

Emma Hamilton is dealing with being a senior while having a crush on Jackson Reeder who she can't seem to shake. With her two best friends as side kicks at her side, can she take the heat or will she melt under school and the pressure of the guy?


23. Breakfast at Hamiltons

I woke up that next morning, sat up stretched and thought about last night and then remembered that I Jackson was passed out on my couch. I smiled to myself and jumped out of bed. I crept out of my room and made my way to the top of the stairs and leaned forward and saw the outline of his body still lying on the couch. I tip toed downstairs and avoided the spots I knew creaked underneath the carpet. Once I made my way to the bottom I ran on my tip toes to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started. 

I opened up the cupboard that had our coffee mugs and pulled two down and set them on the counter. Then I grabbed the coffee pot and filled it all the way full and set it on the counter. I pulled forward the container that had coffee grinds in it and took out a spoon that was in the drawer below me. I put eight scoops of the grind in the filter that was already in the machine and then poured the coffee in. I slid the pot back in its place and pressed the button to have it begin brewing. I opened up the refrigerator that was to my left and debated whether or not to pull out the container of eggs and make some breakfast but I didn't want Jackson to feel like I was his mother trying to take care of him. I closed the door and tip toed back into the living room and saw him still laying on the couch. I walked over to the couch and saw his mouth slightly open while his arm was flopped on the side of the couch. I cracked a smile and then whispered his name,


I looked at him to see if he'd respond. Nothing.

"Jackson," I said a little louder.

Still nothing. 

"Jackson!" I yelled.

I watched as he jumped up a little bit and sat straight up.

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle you," I laughed lightly.

He pressed his hands to his head and squinted his face up,

"Ow," he said burring his face in his hands. 

"There's aspirin," I pointed to the bottle that was on the end table that I put there last night.

He reached for the bottle, shook out two pills and swallowed them with the glass of water I also left last night. He chugged the rest of the water and then made an "ah" sound.

"I usually don't drink that much," he said pinching his thumb and pointer in-between the bridge of his nose.

I smiled a little,

"I'm making coffee. There's food too if you're hungry."

"Food sounds really good right now," he stood up slowly and then squinted his eyes together again.

"Are you gonna be able to make it to the kitchen soldier?" I laughed, "Or do you need me to help you like I had to last night?" I joked.

He laughed and shook his head back and forth,

"Very funny. Thanks for that though," he said following me into the kitchen.

I saw the pot of coffee was done so I pulled out the pot and poured the two mugs full. I put the pot back and then picked up both of the mugs and walked over to the island where Jackson was sitting. I placed one of the mugs right in fort of him.

"Do you want some cream?" 

"Please," he smiled through his hands that were covering his face.

I went to the fridge and grabbed the bottle and held it up,

"It's hazelnut, is that okay?" 

He nodded,

"Don't laugh but that's my favorite. I know, kind of girly" he laughed lightly. 

"No judgement here," I walked over to the island and set the cream on the counter.

"What are you hungry for?" I asked walking back to the fridge.

"We have eggs, toast, I can make pancakes or french toast. Oh, I think I just saw some bacon too...." I said looking around the fridge.

"That all sounds really good.."

"Well then I guess I better get cooking," I smiled over my shoulder at him.

I pulled out the carton of eggs and walked over to the stove. I opened up the drawer that was to the left and pulled out two pans and set them on the stove. I turned on both burners they were sitting on and grabbed for a bowl that was in the cupboard above me. I cracked six eggs in the bowl and reached for a whisk that was sitting on top of the counter next to the stove in a holder with a bunch of other kitchen utensils. 

As I was whisking the eggs together I heard Jackson get out of the stool and then felt his presence behind me. I looked over my shoulder and saw him leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. 

"I can help," he smiled proudly at me.

"Alright then," I said.

"Want to make the pancakes?"

"Not to brag, but I make the best pancakes in the world." he winked.

"Well then lets see it," I smiled. 

"There's a bowl in the cupboard above me. The mix should be in the cupboard next to it," I pointed with the hand that wasn't holding the whisk. 

Jackson grabbed what I told him to and started working on the pancakes. I poured the mix of eggs and milk into the pan and turned the heat on low so they wouldn't be done before everything else was done being cooked.

I snuck a peak at Jackson who was whisking up the batter. He finished and walked over to the pan that was next to mine and poured a little of the mixture out of the bowl onto the pan. I heard a sizzle and saw the awkward shaped circle begin to come to life. I took my scraper and moved the eggs around and saw them form little clumps and got happy. I was so hungry that I was scared Jackson would be able to hear my stomach growling. I moved the eggs around some more and watched as Jackson flipped the pancake. He looked over at me and smiled,

"We make a pretty good team Hamilton," he nudged my elbow with his.

I smiled over and then continued working on the eggs. 


Jackson finished making the pancakes and I finished the eggs and made toast, bacon and pulled out some grapes from the fridge. I had to rewarm up our coffee but it was still just as good. As we both sat down at the kitchen island and filled our plates up Jackson handed me one of the napkins he grabbed from the dinning room table.

"Dig in," he smiled at me as I took the napkin from his hand.

I set it down and then grabbed my fork. I went straight for the pancakes and cut off a square. I dipped it in the syrup that was in a puddle next to it and shoved it in. 

"Oh my gosh..." I said with a mouthful.

"Well?" Jackson looked at me.

"These are really good. I mean like, really really good." I said finishing chewing.

"Did I tel ya or did I tell ya" he held up his hands in victory.

"Okay, now it's your turn." I pointed at the eggs on his plate.

He picked up his fork and moved the eggs around before getting a big fork full. He put them in his mouth and then widened his eyes.

"Are am I eating eggs or am I eating heaven?" he said shoving more in his mouth.

I giggled and covered my hand with my mouth to hide the food in it. I swallowed and then wiped the napkin to get off any syrup,

"See, you're not the only one who knows how to cook around here."

We both shoved our faces some more until we were so full it hurt to move.

"Hows that hangover feeling?" I asked.

"Better," he shrugged his shoulders, "I guess we'll see in a few hours if I throw this food up or not" he laughed to himself. 

"Wanna see something cool," I said.

"Do you even have to ask?" he looked at me.

"Okay..." I said.

I reached into the bowl that had the grapes, picked one off the stem and then stood up off of the stool I was sitting on.

"Ready..." I looked at him.

He nodded indicating for me to go.

I threw the grape in the air, opened up my mouth and caught it.

Jackson started clapping my hands and I fake bowed.

"Thank you, thank you. I'll be here all weekend" I smiled.

"Okay, my turn." he stood up.

He picked up a grape and then repositioned himself. He threw it up in the air and caught it.

I started clapping for him,

"Think your gig could use an extra man?" he looked at me.

"We do make a good team.." I smiled back at him.

We started cleaning up the dishes, and I told him to leave them in the sink. I didn't want to make his hangover even worse by having him wash dishes. We walked into the living room and took a seat on the couch.

"Nice pajamas by the way," he laughed.

"Hey," I frowned, "don't diss the pajamas. They're meant for comfort, not pole dancing."

He laughed,

"Thanks for taking care of me again last night," he said.

I nodded,

"No problem. I owe'd you anyways for taking care of me that one time."

"I don't know why I drank that much," he shook his head back and forth.

"You definitely were hit at the party though," I laughed.

"Yeah, I'll be getting some crap about the party on Monday." he chuckled.

I was waiting for him to bring up the moment on my doorstep where we almost kissed. I was waiting for him to apologize and say he was just really drunk and that he didnt mean it.

It was quiet as I played with the ends of my pajama pants as he tapped his fingers on the arm rest of the couch.

"Okay, I don't mean to be weird about this.." he said.

"About what?" I asked trying to be cool.

"Last night, by your door..." he trailed off.

This was it. This was the time.

"Oh yeah..." I looked over at him.

He looked over at me and cleared his throat,

"Im really sorry. I didn't think that was going to happen, but it did. I've been embarrassed thinking about it and I don't want you to think I'm some kind of freak who has no control when he's drunk..." he kept looking at me.

"Oh, you're okay..." I said. I want to say that it was perfectly fine what happened and that he can almost kiss me anyway but I kept it at a minimum.

"Are you sure? I mean it was everywhere and.."

"Wait, what?" I said suddenly really confused as to what he was talking about.

"When I threw up all over your steps..." he looked at me confused.

"Oh yeah, thats it. I thought you meant that. Yeah I remember."


"Are you sure you're cool? I know some people get really anal about that stuff."

"Its okay, no big deal." I tried to smile.

Was he really not going to bring up what almost happened?

I cleared my throat and tried to work up the courage to bring the almost kiss up, but right when I found the strength and courage my phone beeped.

I smiled at Jackson and then reached over to the coffee table and saw a text from Dallas. I smiled and responded.

"Was that Dallas?" Jackson looked at me.

I nodded,

"Yeah. He said he had a lot of fun last night." I don't know why I felt the need to tell him what he said but I guess it was too late now.

"He's a good guy." he nodded looking down at his pants.

He brushed invisible dirt off them and then sniffled.

"He told me you two have been friends since you two were little," I said trying to see if he would say anything.

"Yeah, Dallas and I go way back." he said.

"You never talked about him before.." I looked at him. 
I let my eyes focus on his and watched as he looked up at me. His eyes stayed on mine and it was only a few moments that passed but it felt like hours when he looked at me.

"I guess the subject never came up." he shrugged his shoulders.

I told myself to let it go and that it wasn't even that big of a deal. My phone dinged again.

"Well, I guess I better get going." he stood up and stretched slightly.

I stood up too,

"Yeah," I said trying to hide my disappointment.

"Thanks for breakfast and taking care of me last night again," he smiled.

He started walked over to the door and I followed behind him.

"Of course," I smiled even though his back was to me and there was no way he saw me.

When we reached my door he stood in front of it and put his hands in his pockets as he turned around to face me,

"If you aren't busy today, would you want to come over to my house? We could watch movies and chill," he said looking at me.

I tried to hide my huge smile that was trying to make an appearance on my face.

"I don't know, my Saturday's are usually jam packed. You know, going to the clubs, hitting up guys..." I smiled at him.

He raised his eyebrows and played along,

"Oh yeah. I forgot," he rolled his eyes. 

I laughed,

"That sounds good. I'll just go change really quick." I pointed behind me.

"Okay, I'll meet you outside." He opened up my front door.

As soon as I saw he left I ran up stairs, literally ran upstairs and went to my closet. I pulled out a pair of jeans and a sweatshirt and changed quickly. I went to my bathroom and washed my face and left it alone. I was too lazy to put on makeup and Jackson didn't care what I looked like. I brushed my teeth and shut the light off. I went to my desk and spritzed a few squirts of perfume, put some deodorant on and ran out of my room.

I ran down stairs, occasionally tripping over a few and flew out the door.

Jackson was leaning against the passenger side door with his arms crossed over his chest. He looked up and smiled when he saw me.

"Ready?" he asked opening up the door.

"Ready," I smiled back,

"but under one condition," I held up my finger stopping in front of him.

He looked at me,

"And what is this condition?" he asked me.

"We are not watching The Notebook," I cringed.

"I hate that movie," I said getting into his truck.

"Oh thank god," he said looking up at me smiling. 

He shut the truck door, ran over to the drivers side, got it and started his car. 

He put it in reverse, backed out of my driveway and off we were.

"So," he looked over at me,

"Since you hate The Notebook, does that mean we can watch The Vow?"




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