How I Met You

Chapter Fifty Three

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-Chapter Fifty Three-

When Jake and I went to check on Audrey the next morning at around ten o’clock AM, we were both equally surprised to find a note on the door of the bedroom that we’d placed her instead of well, her.

          I leaned in closer to the door, reading her neat, print handwriting aloud: “Dear Alex and possibly Jake, too, if you are reading this, then you’re probably coming here to check on me after my, uh, incident last night. Well, I’m fine, but I had to go back to my house before my parents could notice I wasn’t there (their still in an unstable fit of worry since my coma). Anyways, I am sorry for calling Jake last night, interrupting and disturbing your night and date. Sorry for crashing here, probably ruining one of the toilets, and for leaving you both to take care of me. Thank you though, for letting me stay the night and providing me with the Advil and water—it helped a lot. You two are both great friends, and I swear I will make it up to the both of you. Soon, too. Hopefully I didn’t ruin your night completely. Once again, thank you and sorry! Sincerely, Audrey. Xo.”

 

          Jake pulled the note from the door, crumbling it in his large hand. “She didn’t ruin our night completely.”

          I smiled, remembering the last couple of hours of our “date.” “Yeah, I agree. It was pretty fun.” Well except for her final confession that she told me in her state of drunkenness, that is.

           “I guess I’ll talk to her later on today, if that’s okay,” Jake said.

          I give him a look. “Why wouldn’t it be okay? Jake, we went over this.”

           “Why are you being so casual about this? She’s my ex-girlfriend who woke up from a coma not even two weeks ago. She’s back in my life, a life that you’re now a part of. We have history between us, and I just don’t see why that’s so easy for you to accept.” He huffed. “I mean, aren’t girls supposed to be more dramatic than… this?”

          So yeah, sure, they did have history. I wasn’t completely, fully fine with it, but he didn’t have to know that. She was the reason that we broke up in the first place, but that didn’t mean I had to hold some kind of grudge against her. It wasn’t necessarily her fault anyways. “Jake, I’m completely aware that you have history with her. I’m also fine with it. I would say that I’m jealous of her, but in the end, I’m the one that’s with you, not her. Which means that you chose me over her. So it would be a waste to complain about it.”

           “I don’t get you sometimes. You constantly seem to impress and amaze me, Alex Turner. You know that right?”

          I couldn’t hold back the smile that pulled on my lips. “That works both ways, Jake Carter. But I suppose that’s the beauty of it all.”

          He smiled, showing me that million-dollar-smile that I really loved, and I just wanted to pull him close by his shirt to kiss it off him. I resisted the urge to crash my lips on to his, to enclose the space between us entirely. His arms engulfed me in a hug, holding me close and tight to him for a few seconds. I wrapped my arms around him, too. He buried his head into my neck, his steady breaths tickling my skin. I felt myself relax into him and my body molded with his.  “Thanks,” was all he said, and even though it had been simple, it was enough.