We're Both Losers Baby

{Chapter Twelve}

AN: Gang I'm NAWT in TMF fandom anymore but I wanted to give y'all a conclusive end, I alr have an ending in mind but it will probably be a LOT more rushed/ cringe than it would be if I was still into TMF.

Jake walked me back to the room where I fell asleep on his lap (much to my own embarrasment).
When I woke up again he told me the doctors told me I was ready to be released, as I had recovered almost entirely, but would still need to be back once a week for physical therapy. My mom and I spent about 30 minutes arguing over whether I needed a wheelchair or crutches, she obviously won because Jake was on her side, he wheeled me out to my mom's car and sat in the seat behind me.
"Pst, Drew" Jake whispered at me.
"What do you want?" I whisper back, god this is dumb, my mom can still hear us.
"Wanna talk about it..?" he looks nervous but still smiles reasuringly.
"Maybe once we get to my house." I answer, although I would prefer to MEVER talk about it. But that's not gonna happen.
"What're you boys whispering about?" my mom smiles at me, she seems to understand that I'm not comfortable.
"Not much ma'am!" Jake says and I laugh.
"Ma'am?!" my mother exclaims in an offened tone, "How old do you think I am!?" she laughs.
"Uh.." Jake looks at me, and I mouth 'just don't answer!' "Forty?"
I look at him with my eyes wide before breaking out into laughter.
"Wow, Jake, you've been friends with my son for this long and you think I'm 40?!" she also laughs, pulling into the driveway, "Never answer when someone asks you to guess their age, I'm 34!"

Jake helps me up the stairs to my room (I say "helps me up the stairs" he carried me) where he sets me on my beanbag and sits on the floor in front of me.
After about three minutes of awkward silence he speaks "So," he looks at me then back down at his lap.
"So.." I answer back, clearly just as uncomfortable.
"I'm sorry I sprung my feelings at you out of nowhere." he appologises "I felt it was kind of my fault you got hit, and if it was I will do anything to make up for it!" he looks at me, not how he usually does, but the same way he used to look at Daisy. With nothing but love. I can't help but look to the side.
"It's not your fault!" I stutter out "Zoey was speeding, and I didn't look where I was walking." I smile at him and he looks like a puppy "And I do feel the same way about you, but for now I just need to focus on recovering."
If he had one his tail would be wagging "Really!" he smiles really wide before jumping to hug me.

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AN: Everyone thank @loreina32 for reminding me to update!! yall wouldnt have gotten this for a WHILE without them