Cinematic Universes United

Chapter 4

Jakie POV

"Isaac! It's not what it looks like!" I yell exasperatedly and reach my left arm up to touch his tattoo. He flinches and jerks his arm out of my reach.

"It's exactly what it looks like! You love him! We're done!" He screams at me. 

"I didn't even kiss back! He kissed me!" I plea. 

"You sure looked like you wanted to!" He glares. 

"Isaac please, don't leave-" 

"JJ, I can't stay knowing that you don't truly love me..." He states before walking out for good. 

I crumple to the floor and start sobbing my head off, while he storms out of the house. As the front door slams, the tears roll down my face, and they start to soak the shirt that I'm wearing. I feel firm arms wrap around my shoulders, and look up to see Newt crouched down, and staring intently at me with a look of utmost concern plastered on his face.

"I'm sorry about Isaac." He consoles, wiping the tears off of my face with his thumb. He tightens our embrace, so our bodies are touching.

"H-h-he's g-gone... H-h-he's gone... H-h-he's not c-coming back!" I admit, staring into his soft, brown eyes. "It's all my fault."

"No!" Newt pauses,"It's not your fault. I shouldn't have kissed you ." Newt reasons.

"It's really not your fault. You didn't know." I reply my breath now even, as I catch my breath and move my gaze to the carpet, not wanting to meet his eyes. Suddenly, Newt captures my lips in his, and I kiss back... halfheartedly. It's not that I don't love him. My mind is just clouded from recent events. I then rack my brain, riding my thoughts of every special memory I had with Scott, focusing on this one, intimate moment. His feel his mouth twitch into a quick smile. I guess moving on quickly will be for the best? 

Once we break the long-lasted kiss that neither one of us wanted to break, we make our way to the kitchen; where everyone patiently stands, waiting to hear the full story. Emily immediately embraces me in a warm hug, filled with concern and worry. 

"Are you okay? Why'd did Isaac storm out? What is Newt doing with you? How do you know him? Why did he kiss you? What's going on? Why did they talk about losing their memories? What's WCKD? JAKIE RAE CONROY, TELL ME WHAT'S GOING ON! IM SO CONFUSED!" She barks, gripping my shoulders and shaking me viciously.

"Slow down there!" I yell and reach my arms up so I'm shaking her too. We stand like this for a good 5 minutes before Dean rips me off of Emily.

"You okay?" Dean asks Emily and gives her a kiss on the cheek, Emily nods in response.

Emily POV

"Sorry," I mutter and give JC one last quick squeeze. She heads over to Newt and rests her head on his shoulder. He leans his head on hers, and they just look so cute together. Dean heads over to the chair that he's practically claimed as his, and gently pulls me down so that I'm sitting on his lap. I lean my head on top of his, and we just sit like this for a while.

"Well... Ain't this awkward? Shanks, where can I freshen up?" Minho asks, bringing everyone out of our dazes, and back to reality.

"Up the stairs and to the right," I answer, giving Dean a kiss on the lips, and hopping off of his lap to show our guests the way to the guest room.

"Okay, what's going on?" Sam adds finally speaking up.

"Isaac left. He's not coming back. He broke up with me. Newt and I are dating now I guess." JC starts. "That's our half."

"Yup. That's pretty much it." I agree, having nothing else to add. 

"This is Stiles-- well Thomas." Dean points to Thomstles. "Do you want us to call you Thomas or Stiles?"

"Thomas... That's my name now. So yeah." He replies with a shrug, and I nod.

"He knows me because, before Thomas' disappearance, we were in the same pack, and were best friends." Scott then explains.

"Well, I was an evil spirit for a while though," Thomas adds with a sad smile.

"That was eventful," I respond with a sigh.

"But what's the whole deal with you, Newt, knowing this shuck-face?" Minho adds in walking down the stairs from washing up.

"I've known Newt for my whole life." Jakie starts. Thomas, Minho, and Newt all have deadpan faces. "But this mysterious group of people kidnapped him and I never saw him again. I thought he died."

"Jakie." Newt starts. Jakie looks at him concerned. "I lost all of my memories. We all did."

"Only Thomas remembers. He got his memories back from WICKED the company that took us." Minho explains seriously and even though I have just met him, I have a pretty good feeling that if he's serious, then that means that something's either wrong or it's just a very serious matter.

Jakie opens her mouth to speak but Newt interrupts her. "I can remember who you are. For some bloody unknown reason, I remembered you when I saw you." He pauses, "But I'm sorry."

"Why are you sorry?" Jakie asks him with a confused look.

"I remember you. I don't remember anything else." Newt continues with a sad and guilty expression, even though it's not his fault.

"I see." Jakie starts.

Jakie POV

I flinch at the mention of that day. The day when he was taken from me and everyone that ever knew him. The sudden shock and realization of the fact that he doesn't remember anything we did together. Not the long walks on the beach, nor the days spent inside on rainy days, not the little kisses we would steal from each other when no one was looking. He doesn't remember the day we fell in love with each other. He only remembers me and his feelings for me.

"I'm gonna go lie down," I say, walking away from everyone trying to let everything sink in.

"You okay?" Newt asks before I walk off.

"Yeah, fine," I say, pecking his cheek. I sense Emily following me and let her since there is no use in trying to talk her out of it.

Emily POV

I slowly follow Jakie up to her room on the left, and once she sits down on the bed, I sit down on the edge of it too. She curls up on her side, and I curl up next to her.

"Wanna talk about it?" I ask quietly and hope that she'll open up.

"No." She sulks, and I see the glisten of a tear fall down onto the pillow. I get up to leave, and as I'm about to walk out the door, she calls out.

"Em... He doesn't remember. He doesn't--" She cuts herself off and sobs. I walk back over to her and embrace her into a big hug.

"I know, I know." I soothe and rub her back. "But, I won't pretend to know how you're you're feeling, I simply know that it's been rough. I can only imagine what you're going through, and if you'll let me, please just let me know so I can do my best to help."

"Okay. It's just hard. I want him to remember! How can he remember if his memories have been wiped away?" She wails.

"I think that's kind of the catch. He can't and he won't ever again. I know it's hard, but if you love each other enough, then you'll both pull through and start over together." I answer sincerely.

"Thanks." She responds and turns to give me a hug.

"Now we have two worried boyfriends downstairs, that I think we should get back to don't ya' think?" I joke, smiling. She smiles back and nods before we dart out the door, laughing, and rushing back to our at the moment filled living room.