Please Forgive Me, I Still Love You (Jacob Frye x Reader)

Please Forgive Me, I Still Love You

A/N: Hey there lovelies! So this is my new one shot, which may possible turn into a full blown story, I'm not sure yet. Anyway, enjoy :)

Hey,

How are you? It's been so long since I've seen you, and since you've seen me. So much time passed. I hope you've been well and that life has been a piece of cake. I hope you're busy at your job and that work comes easily. I mean, I know that the last time I saw you, things weren't so good, so I hope they've looked up from then...

...I know that this is odd and no one sends snail-mail anymore. Maybe I should've just gotten to the point in the hook. Well, here it is anyway.

Please forgive me, I still love you.

-Jacob

I can't believe that he did it. The nerve of the piece of good-for-nothing- Ugh, it makes me so mad! But yet...I miss it, his arrogance. It was funny sometimes, like when we when to the fair together and he bragged too much about winning me the biggest stuffed animal. Which he did of course, but not after telling me that he wasn't as confident in it as he had sounded.

This, though. This was different. A different kind of arrogance, one that I hate.

It was a gloomy day, one that I like to just stay inside, drink tea, and read my favorite books. I had just settled down with my favorite novel of all time, when the doorbell rang. Sighing, I got up and went over to the door. To my surprise, it was Jake standing in the doorway, soaking wet, holding a bouquet of wildflowers.

"Jacob?! Oh my God..." I trailed off, not sure what to say next.

"Well I suppose that you should invite me in before the flowers get wrecked. I mean, I did go through quite an ordeal just to get them." He said in his usual cocky fashion. I sighed and stepped to the side of the door. Jake stepped into the entry entryway and shook his head like a dog coming in after it was out in a storm.

"Jacobbbbbb," I whined. "You're going to get water all over the floor."

"Does it look like I care?" I sighed. This was the norm with Jake and I hated it. But...then again, it was what I admired about him. The fact that he had the confidence and the nerve to be so blunt. I could never be that way. I'm too nice, that's what he used to say. Looking at myself, I would have to agree with him. I'm too much of a people pleaser, too much of a "yes-man". I hated that about myself, but I never did anything about it, simply because I'm afraid of what other people with think of me if I am blunt.

Jacob handed me the flowers and I went into the kitchen to fill a vase with water to put them in. When I returned, Jacob wasn't in the front room anymore. I found him in the dining room, with his shirt in his hands. Needless to say, the fact that he was shirtless made me....distracted to say the very least. One things that I loved about him is that he wasn't model perfect, he was real.

"Where do you want me to put this?" He asked, gesturing to the shirt.

"Um...if you want I can wash it. I don't know if you still remember, but you forgot some stuff when you left the last time, so you can change...if you want to." I blushed a little, too distracted by the thought of Jacob undressing to hear his response fully.

"....I'll be right back." So I stood there awkwardly for about ten minutes waiting for him, tapping my feet and generally being bored. When he came back (thankfully) he was fully dressed. I had forgotten that the clothes he'd left were my favorite ones on him. Unfortunately, that was just as distracting as a shirtless Jacob.

He sat down across from me with that ever present smirk on his face like he was plotting something.

"So...you're here, I'm here, what's your deal?" I asked. He sighed.

"Well...," He began, without his usual sassy tone. "I miss you..the way you smiled at me like I was the only thing in your world.  I miss the way we used to talk about the future like it was just around the corner. I miss the way we'd stay up all night, talking about our past and us," He sighed again.

"But I guess the simple way to put is that I just miss you." His words hung in the air like smoke, waiting. 

"Jacob...," I trailed off, not really sure what to say. "I...I don't know. You hurt me so bad and I don't know if I can take that risk."

"Look, I know I did some horrible things. God, I spent nights just wondering how I could fix it. I just...I miss us. When I saw you the other day from across the street, laughing with that bloke...I couldn't function. All I could see was you, with him. I want to be the guy for you again, I want to be us." 

I could feel tears coming to my eyes as he finished. God, I missed him. I missed the nights where we just stayed up holding each other, not saying a word, just being. I missed dancing with him at midnight in our kitchen, stepping on each others feet. I missed going to parties with him and laughing as he made up stories about the people that passed by. 

Suddenly, it was like all of the memories with him coming back at once.

"Jake...I...," I choked, the sobs coming up like a waterfall. He stood up and sat next to me, wrapping his arms around my shoulders. 

"Shhhh, it's okay. I'm here, I'll be here as long as you want me." He whispered. When I could finally control my breathing, I looked him in the eyes and said.

"Jacob, I swear to God if you ever leave me again, I will find you and kill you right before I kill myself." He laughed, and then proceeded to wipe the tears that were still forming in my eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll be around." He said, then kissed me, the sparks forming once again as they used to. In that moment, I could feel the pieces of my world sliding back into place even though I had denied it for so long. In that moment, we were us.

-End-

A/N: So, I'm probably going to be writing a prequel for this, because why not :3 Leave a vote if you like, and feedback is always welcome :)

-Jj

PS: You're welcome for the feels ;3