All Alone.

Conclusions

"Well that was... eventful." commented Jake after Michael and Jeremy had left. (Holding hands I might add.)

"We got Michael and Jeremy to confess their love for each other!" squealed Rich.

"Why are you so into the idea of them dating anyways?" asked Jake.

Rich looked down "Cause I think they go well together." he said quietly.

"So you ship them?" asked Jake playfully.

"Shut up." Rich chuckled.

"What is love really? Like, as a serious question." asked Jake thoughtfully. {Well, that came out of nowhere}

"Well," said Rich knowingly "Love is when you like someone like a friend, but you also admire things about them like their looks and attitude. You think about them often and care what they think of you. You want to spend more time with them and you know, sometimes you want to..." Rich trailed off and raised an eyebrow at Jake. "f**k them." 

Jake turned bright red and shoved Rich onto the couch. "Rich!" he protested, drawing the word out like it was two syllables.

"Hey, it's the truth!" Rich laughed.

"Well what if you're ace like Christine?" Jake suggested. {Because Christine is ace FITE ME}

"Well, minus the f**king part." Rich reasoned.

"What if you're aro/ace?" Jake said, throwing a (throw) pillow at Rich. It hit him in the face and he grabbed it and threw it back at Jake.

"Then screw love, make friends instea-" Rich began, but was cut off by another pillow to the face. "Oh, it is on." Rich grabbed the pillow and threw it at Jake. He jumped behind the couch in an effort to dodge it on it's way back, but twisted his ankle and fell to the ground.

"Ah!" Rich shouted in pain. Jake dropped the pillow and ran for Rich. He scooped him up and ran to Rich's bedroom. 

"You're such an idiot." Jake said to Rich playfully.

"You know you love me." Rich joked. He couldn't see it because his eyes were closed, but Jake turned about 32 shades redder.

Jake laid Rich down on the bed and examined his ankle. It was slightly bruised but didn't look so bad. "You seem to be fine, just a little twist. Just rest your ankle for a few hours and you should be good."

"But it huuuurts!" Rich whined. 

"Well I can get you an ice pack, but don't walk on that for another three hours at least. I couldn't bear it if you got hurt."

Jake returned with an ice pack a few minutes later. {When I was writing this I accidentally wrote a few DAYS later XD}

{I know it's short but it's kind of a filler for what comes next. More crossover stuff in the future.}