"Babe is this the last box?" Amy yelled across the apartment as she shut the door behind her.
Box in arms, she walked into the kitchen to find Jake slumped at the counter staring at his laptop screen.
"Jake?" She slid the box down next to the laptop as she looked down at the screen, her chin rested against Jake's shoulder.
"Huh?" Jake finally answered, "yeah I think so, I'll only be a second." He continued typing.
"What're you working on? A case?"
"Yep. Just sending something to Charles." He shut the laptop and smiled, "but it's our day off."
Jake picked up the box and followed Amy into the sitting room where they found themselves surrounded by boxes. Amy sat down and opened a box as Jake did the same and they began unpacking Jake's things.
Amy dug through the box in front of her before laying her eyes upon something covered with bubble wrap. This was strange considering Jake hadn't thought to wrap anything else in the box, which didn't surprise her. She began unwrapping the object, looking across the room at Jake who seemed to be focused on the box he was unpacking.
Looking back down she smiled at the picture frame in her hand.
The wooden frame held an old photo of the two of them the first year they met, before they'd started dating, a photo Charles had taken despite their protests. The two of them sat at Amy's desk, the office around them covered in Christmas decorations.
She remembered the picture being taken. She remembered the feeling that rushed through her when Jake draped his arm around her and the fact that he had turned to look at her as the picture was taken.
She smiled as she looked at Jake in the photo, his eyes seeming to say everything he was scared to. He looked at Amy as if she were the only person on earth. How were they both so oblivious back then?
She stood up and placed the frame on a nearby shelf, Jake's eyes following her across the room as he remained seated on the floor.
"You okay babe?"
"I can't believe you still have that photo," she turned around and smiled, kneeling down beside him. Her head now rested upon his shoulder.
"Why wouldn't I have it? That's my favourite photo of us."
Amy kissed Jake on the cheek, her lips slowly curling into a smile.
"So what're you doing?" She turned to look down at the box Jake was unpacking and laughed, "what is all this?"
"Just a bunch of old crap I didn't know what to do with."
"Oh my god... is this you?" Amy snatched a loose photograph from the box and held it up, "you had a pony-tail?"
"It was back in college. I thought it was cool!" Jake took the photo and dropped it back into the box, "anyway, I was thinking of dropping some of this stuff off at my moms house and the rest I was gonna throw out."
"I'm keeping this." Amy took the photo back out of the box and stood up, laughing at the photo again.
Jake stood up, attempting to grab the photo from Amy.
Jake wrapped his arm around Amy's waist, pulling her towards him as he grabbed for the photo.
"Oh come on... it's not that bad! You're so cute!" Amy smiled, "wait a second..." she walked out of the room, leaving Jake confused.
"Here." She laughed as she entered again, "you can have this old photo of me as payment. It's just as embarrassing."
"No way!" Jake gasped, taking the photo and laughing, "why're you orange?" He turned the photo for her to see before looking back at it.
"My senior photo. Some girls convinced me to get a spray tan. It was really bad. I couldn't get rid of it for three weeks."
"Three weeks? You can keep the pony-tail picture, this is SO worth it," he smiled, "this is the best thing I've ever seen."
"There's plenty more where that came from. My mom once gave me a haircut. It didn't end well." She grimaced at the thought of the uneven bowl cut.
"You should see my prom photo."
"Oh, I have. Your mom showed them to me." Amy smirked.
"Really? And we're still dating? You must really love me." They both smiled, Amy pulling Jake in for a kiss.
"I really do."
