The Carver Café [Edward/Jacob]

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a/n: there are some errors in this chapter due to wattpad not saving any of my editing. this will be fixed later.

Jacob's not the type of friend to say sorry, not directly anyway. He was more of the "apologize through actions" type of a guy, which is how he finds himself sitting across from Mike at Carver's. He's not hungry. He doesn't have much of an appetite as he watches Mike basically inhale a burger whole. He's just here to show that he's not mad. 

"Leave it up to you to almost get me in the doghouse for something you did," Mike says in between chewing his fries, "at least let a guy know when you plan on macking on your boyfriend in the middle of the station."

Jacob rolls his eyes, taking a sip of his water, before letting out a sigh.

"Now, Ricky thinks I'm keeping vast secrets from him. Thinks I wouldn't even tell him if I knew where Atlantis was." Mike says before taking a long swig of his beer. 

Mike's a little tipsy somehow  and Jacob knows that this conversation is going to suck.

"It wasn't like that." Jacob mumbles, looking at the patterns on the table as if that was going to be enough of a distraction to take him out of this conversation.

Mike only quirks an eyebrow, too busy chewing to give a verbal response.

"I just...I was in a bad mood." He huffs, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms like a disgruntled teenager. 

He was upset. He seemed to think he had every right to be considering the position that the case was in due to the Chief and her decisions. She'd completely derailed the entire investigation and a lot of jobs were now resting on his shoulders. He let out a sigh, closing his eyes.

"You were in a bad mood because you'd rather be in bed with your man," Jacob opens his mouth to interject, but Mike steamrolls him as if he wasn't even there, "That's understandable, but a lot of us have been working hard at this, Jake."

This statement was the most informal thing that Jacob has ever heard Mike say in a public setting while still donning his uniform. 

It was almost disrespectful, even as a friend, the way he eyed him as if he was some lackey complaining about desk duty. 

"Is that so?" He can hear the irritation in his own voice despite how much he was restraining himself. He had to remind himself that this was supposed to be an apology.

"Yes, despite the lack of progress, we never stopped trying to find a suspect." He all but spits across the space between them.

"What do you want from me? Oh, sorry I was kicked off of the case? Sorry I got sick? Sorry I got hurt?" Jacob says sarcastically, trying his best to keep his temper in check as he drums his fingers on the edge of the table. 

Maybe he should've given this a little time to simmer down first, but they'd be expected to be at their best on Tuesday and he didn't need bickering to slow the team down. They were behind already. This was a petty squabble anyway. All he has to do is not make it worse.

Easier said than done.

"None of that has ever stopped you before," Mike says, accusatory tone ever present as he eyes Jacob up and down, "nothing has ever stopped you before. What was so different?"

There is clearly an underlying message there as he widens his eyes and pointedly stares at Jacob. This was honestly ridiculous. Mike was the one who insisted he talk to Edward in the first place.

He was annoyed, that was understandable. Jacob shouldn't have gotten upset with him in the first place, but this felt like it was morphing into some kind of joke or worse, an actual fight.