Oh, How The Tables Have Turned!

Embrace

*see? i was legit serious about no title ideas. look how bad it is. but if it was a jokefic i can come up with the best ones. also this fanfic is probably gonna end soon.

Jake's POV

It has been two days since I last saw Albert. I haven't decided to come back yet. I've been staying in this hotel nearby a mile, and thinking about my decisions were stressful.

Maybe I should go back and apologize again. No, no... I should at least give him something.

I pondered for the perfect gift Albert would love, then I powered on my phone just so I can browse for ideas.

Bouquets? Too cliché. Chocolates? Now that just being uncreative.

I scrolled through all the potential things I could've done so we can forget about that one night.

I thought about the things we've done in that one day. Tickle fights. That was the most memorable. Albert wearing... Stockings. Bending over. We kissed each other.

I blushed at the thoughts I was producing. The memory of kissing him. Stuck to my mind. Maybe he likes kisses. Remind me to give him a hickey.

Albert's POV

I stared at my ceiling, closing my eyes again so I could back to sleep, but to no prevail. I turned over. I put my blanket on, then off. Nothing was working. I guess I have to drown in the pain I caused to myself.

After a long 15 minutes of laying down, trying to fall asleep, I slowly picked myself up and slipped off my bed.

I walked through the hallway. I stopped where the bathroom was. Right next to it was now my ex-girlfriend's room. She left as soon as she can when I told her too. I stared in the empty room, relishing the memories I once had until I closed the door. I'll keep in mind to avoid that room.

As I stepped in the bathroom and turned on the lights, my eyes flashed. I blinked several times until my view was in focus again. I looked at the mirror, at myself. I looked terrible.

I could see the bags under my eyes. Bloodshot from crying. My face looked greasy as fuck. I need to wash that.

I turned the knob on cold water, and dipped my hands. I splashed it on my face, the sensation clearing my mind. I kept splashing water on my face until I felt less shitty.

I wiped my face, rubbing my eyes for a minute with the cloth before putting it back. Time to go back to my room and mourn over how stupid I was.

Walking back to my room, I stopped right when I stood by the guest room. Jake's room. I stood there like an idiot until I went inside, closing the door behind me.

Everything was the same as Jake left it. Messy bedsheets, opened closet. He left a T-shirt behind.

Don't take it out of the closet Albert, you creep. My subconscious told me. Don't even think about it.

Funny enough, I was thinking about it. And I was already sniffing Jake's shirt, taking up his scent. Like he was still here.

I walked backwards until I hit the bed, then laid on top of it, rolling myself over until I was face first into the sheets. I sniffed it as well. It didn't smell like Jake though.

Gross, is this dried cum? What the fuck. I held my breath, and lifted my head away from the bed. I gave myself a big gulp of air then lying back on the bed again, cheek only.

Despite the dried cum, which he should really should clean by now, the bed was too comfortable. Finally, I get to go back to sleep. It was for the best anyways.

Before I could forget about all of this, the doorbell suddenly ringed, interrupting my drowsiness.

I groaned. Someone had to come by at this time, didn't they?

I slumped all the way to the front door, and when I turned the doorknob, Jake was there, standing awkwardly.

"W-wha-" I was stumped. He came back? After what I did for him just to get back at my girlfriend? Well, you did find out she was cheating on you. I mentally rolled my eyes from that reminder.

"Sorry for not... Coming over sooner." Jake peeked at me, before blinking like seven times.

"I-I mean uhm, for being a dick last night, and assuming things, and-" Jake spewed out words quickly, before I coughed to make him stop rambling. He looked at me, then shut his mouth.

"Jake, look..." I mused over what I could say, then I continued. "It's okay-, fine really. That you forgive me." I paused.

"But that doesn't remove the fact of me being dumb. Getting you involved with something that was my problem. I should've been more mature." I peered over Jake from my explanation. He had the the look of confusion. I stared at his eyes. They look so pretty... Why haven't I noticed this before?

I snapped out of my thoughts, removing my gaze from his eyes and he started to smile. Which he gave an unexpected giggle. Then turned into laughter. I was taken back from his sudden amusement.

"Sorry about that, really couldn't stop myself from laughing from the situation were in." His eyes shone with joy, while his expression showed a bit of shame.

"I mean, I would've been mad at you, really mad. Bestfriends don't do that, right?" he mused.

He chuckled again. "I guess I just love you too much." Jake shook his head from the confession, face a scarlet red.

"You-you do...?" I squeaked out.

"I mean, why?" I stepped back from the doorway, giving room for Jake to finally step in after closing the door behind him.

I was in denial. How could he still be with me, even love me?!? I was a horrible friend, using him for payback.

"Hey, you okay?" Jake tilted his head on the side. "Maybe the flowers weren't enough?"

Before I can say anything, he pressed his lips onto mine. It wasn't anything like the passionate kiss I gave him, filled with want and lust. It was more heartfelt.

He took my breath away for one second, but then I leaned in. It only lasted for five seconds more until he parted.

I gazed at him once more, only difference was that Jake was staring back. Then I wrapped my arms around him and pressed my face into his chest. I never felt so content in hugging someone. Let alone loving them.

"Uh, Albert?" "Mmm, yes Jakey?" "You're crushing the flowers." "Oh."

I let go of him, and examined the flowers. I didn't even notice when I pressed into him.

"Sorry Jake. Got a bit carried away there, didn't I?" I sputtered from giggling.

"It's fine. The kiss made up for it anyway." Jake smiled.

"Well, you know what makes kissing even better?" I took his hands into mine and entwined our fingers. I lead him to the sofa, and pushed him into the cushions.

"Are you gonna give me a lap dance?" Jake asked while smirking at me devilishly.

"That's for later. For now, I just want to hug you to death." I latched onto him, giving him my hardest squeeze and burying my face into his chest again. Jake slung his arms on my back, giving me a small massage.

We cuddled until we both fell asleep.