Peraltiago/Dianetti AU

May 31st

We may have jumped forward in time a little bit. I'm kinda sick of the dates in the story not matching up with real life. This is probably one of the last chapters where things don't line up. 

If anyone's wondering why it's May 31st, it's because that's the first time my heart was broken.

Amy's POV

I can't take it. I've put up with this annoying crush every day for almost a year now. I'm gonna tell him. Not because I want a reaction, but because I want him to know why our friendship is gonna be on pause for the next little while.

He started dating Sophia a month ago. I hate hate hate her so much. Shes really nice, but I want Jake to myself so badly. I'm so greedy. I dont like feeling like this. I have to get over these feelings.

My theory is if we spend time apart from each other than he won't be able to do anything to make me fall even more in love with him. So once my crush is completely gone, we can be friends again.

Here goes nothing.

I send him a quick text. It's Saturday, and I just want it to be us.

A: Hi

I kept it short so he could reply before I talked to him.

It took about 15 minutes before i heard my phone buzz on my desk.

J: Hey

J: What's up?

I smile. I'm gonna miss him.

A: Can you meet up with me at shaws?

I bite my lip while I await his response.

Finally his text comes through

J: sure

J: when?

A: in an hour?

J: k

A: see u then

J: bye

A: bye

It's 1:15 now, in other words I'll be there at 2:15

I breathe out a sigh of relief.

Then I almost start crying.

He's such a big part of my life. How could I just cut him off? Even if it is only temporary. It would be so hard for him, too.

I couldn't imagine being in his shoes. I mean, his best friend is gonna tell him they have a crush on him, and then they're gonna cut him off until they can get over it.

I pull up half of my hair into two space buns. Cute, but not like I'm trying too hard.

Then I put on a black tank and ripped jeans. Simple. Again, not like I'm trying too hard.

Now I am doing something I dont normally do. Makeup. Just lip gloss and mascara, but still. I don't do that.

It's been 45 minutes. And the cafe is a ten minute walk from here.

I go downstairs to where my mom is cleaning off my little brother's scraped knee. "Hey, mom," I start.

"Yeah," she says.

"Can I go to Shaw's with Jake?"

"Sure. Be back by 5 for dinner."

"I'll probably be back much sooner than that."

"Ok. Text me when you're on your way home," she reminds me.

"I will! Bye!" I call out as I run out the door.