It was around 2 am when I woke up, tangled between the covers and Ethan's limbs. I could see the dim light under the door and suddenly became wide awake with horror. Jake was home and wasn't kidding when he said he would tell mom.
"Ethan" I shook him, trying to wake him up while staying as quiet as possible.
"What?" he groaned, still not fully awake. I could hear Jake going up the stairs slowly.
"You need to hide, like right now," I said, panicking, and that seemed to wake him up as he rolled off the bed and quickly pushed himself under it. I grabbed a t-shirt off my chair and fell back on the bed.
It was just in time, seeing as the door opened and Jake's head popped in.
"Hey, sorry, did I wake you up?" he asked when he saw me half-sitting on the bed.
"No, I just can't seem to fall
