Hidden in Plain Sight

*Jamie's POV*

I just couldn't believe it. I just absolutely couldn't believe it. One minute Carly is recording my part for the first track of the song and next minute she is asking me to play Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day. I can't even remember how we got onto that subject but I don't regret a thing.

Carly began to play the melody to the anthem and I played with her. Carly began to sing. And when she began to sing, I swear I had just melted. Her voice was just so angelic. I just couldn't believe it. She had sung the entire song with such passion and force. She never missed a note and her voice was perfectly in tune. It was beautiful. And how she never made a mistake, even when the guys walked in, it was just like wow.

Now after a day of recording and melodic voices and overwhelming feelings, I find myself sitting in my car a few blocks from my house. My engine is turned off and but my seat belt still stays connected. The keys sit in my lap, not in the ignition and my seat is as far back as it goes. I just need space. Space for these absolutely fucking ridiculous feelings. These fucking ridiculous thoughts.

I am a man with the most beautiful girl in the world as my girlfriend. She gives me butterflies and she's the love of my life. But I have these exact same feelings for Carly. But I don't know why and it's messing me up inside. I shouldn't have these kinds of feelings when I'm with her but I do. And it's wrong. It's wrong on so many levels.

One, she is my coworker, my boss. What kind of person develops feelings for their freaking boss. That shit is messed up. It's so not right. But secondly, and probably most importantly, I am taken. I have a girlfriend. Things are so messed up inside and I can't help it. I'm trying to think of what to do but nothing seems good enough. Maybe if I go home to the girl I actually love I might be able to figure things out.
I could not be more wrong.

"Hey babe, how was work today?" Jess asks me as I place myself next to her.

"Work... Work was great. We got some great progress done. But aside from that, Carly and I played a Green Day song together. I don't remember how we got onto playing it but it was so good. I mean, Carly's voice was so good. She can definitely sing. And she can also play a guitar so well. She's pretty talented" I burst out in one breath.

I stop and realise that there is a never ending smile on my face and that is not good. My heart it racing and I can't seem to slow it. Jess faces me. A disgusted look about her face. She was not happy and I could tell. Well I wouldn't be if she spoke so highly of someone I barely knew.

"I've seen" she snarls. She holds up her phone. A video ready to play. I look at the screen name and it's Vic. Vic recorded the entire thing.

I was absolutely stumped. What do I say. Am I in trouble? Is she okay with it? What is she feeling? What is she thinking? Oh my god sometimes women can be complicated.

I place my hand to hers, holding our intertwined hands between our laps. "I'm sorry. But just so you know, we are just coworkers. She's my boss alright babe. There's nothing to be scared or jealous of alright. We are just friends, coworkers. Do you trust me?"

She takes a pause to breath. "I don't know" she says barely audible.

"Babe, you have to trust me alright. It's just a mutual friendship" I please softly.

"I just don't know" she says again. She stands up, dropping my hands. "I think I might go take a shower" she walks off.

As she exits the room, I throw myself back into my lounge chair. My hands smash into my face and I rub my hair back in frustration. There are just so many emotions and feelings and thoughts going on at the moment and I just don't know what to do or how to control it.

But do you know what's really ironic and hypocritical. I plead to her to trust me when I can barely trust myself. Things are just so messed up right now and it's only been two weeks. I better get my shit together before everything begins to fall apart. God knows when this might happen.

Notes

I'm sorry this chapter is short guys, and it's probably not my best, but I feel it gets the point across.

Let me know what you guys think. I respond to about 98% of my comments.

-Abbie