He's My Neighbour

33: The Final Operation

A/N: I've been ridiculously inactive lately, and I'm sorry, I've just been feeling so uninspired it's stupid. Nearly 2k reads, which is so awesome- thank you! Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter, as always and please remember to vote and comment, because it honestly motivates me so so much.

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Chapter 33:  The Final Operation:Amy's POV

"Jake no, stop pissing about, get up." I ordered, as Jake laid there, clutching his arm desperately.

He winced, and slowly made his way up to a seated position on the coffee table, which he fell over.

"In all seriousness." He moaned, rocking back and forth, gritting his teeth.

"Jake-"

"Amy go and get my mum, please."

I didn't say anything, I just stayed frozen in my position and shouted, "Mrs Hunter?"

To say I was a 'dumb-blonde', there was a lot of things I knew how to do. Cartwheels; I could do a pretty perfect one of those. I could lick my elbow in certain situations, and I could teach dogs to roll over in less than an hour. However, being a 'dumb-blonde', there was also a lot of things that I didn't know how to do. One of the things on the second list was catering for a usually tough, but now looks like someone just chopped his balls off  guy, who I was falling in love with, who also may or may not have broken his arm.

I heard light pitter-pattering footsteps making a way down the stairs. Ticarra. How I'd missed Ticarra, but unfortunately, I didn't have for a catch-up.

"Amelia, you're back!" She grinned happily, running towards me, as Jake's mum entered the room, "And Pocockihantuse! What's the matter with Pocockihantuse?"

I just pulled Ticarra backwards, and whispered for her to go and get her shoes on.

"Honey, what's wrong?" Jake's mother hollered, rushing to his side.

"Can you drive me to the hospital?" He asked, as if on cue, with a sparkle in his deep, alluring eyes.

"Oh my God." She fussed, "I'm going to start the car now."

I fiddled awkwardly on the sleeve of the oversized shirt I was wearing, letting my eyes wander over the room, but avoiding Jake, because the scene was highly tense... not to mention border line awkward. I mean, one moment, we're slow dancing in such an aroma of peace that I could hear his heartbeat, then the next, he's snapping his arm in two- how inconsiderate of him to ruin the moment. I'm kidding... barely.

"What the hell are you doing?" Jake snarled in a bitter tone, jolting me back into real life.

"Well, I'm sorry. I've never had to play nurses with a 17 year old, before!" I explained, in a blunt, sarcastic manner.

"I'm not asking you to be a nurse, Princess, I just think you should be at least a tiny bit concerned that I'm in pure agony. God." He barked out of frustration.

I couldn't hold it back.

I smiled, amusedly. His face somehow looked puzzled, when he saw my oddly positive reaction to his negative sentence.

"Why're you smiling at me like that?" He laughed, slightly.

"Because," I chuckled, walking towards him slowly, fiddling with a stray ebony curl from his hair, "You're so hot when you're angry."

"Yeah?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow, and smirking slightly.

"And I still love it when you call me Princess."