𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 • Peraltiago

𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔

Jake's POV

It was haunting him. He couldn't take Amy's confunded expression out of his mind. Why, he kept asking himself. Ok, maybe it had been a bit reckless of him trying to kiss her after she had that attack, but he thought they were good now. Apparently, they weren't. She had just said she liked him, words he thought he would never hear. But she admitted it. Maybe he was rushing it too much...

But he knew one thing: it was going to hurt. Seeing her at work would hurt. Thinking about her would hurt. Meeting someone else would too. Seeing Amy with another person would too.

That sucked a lot. Like, not even Die Hard was going to fix him. Charles paused the movie, and Jake barely realized.

"Are you okay?" said Charles, leaning to see Jake's face. "You didn't even jump from excitement when John McClane appeared."

"I'm fine," said Jake. That hateable feeling was pressing his chest again. "Just play the movie, Boyle."

"I can't believe I'm saying it, but, no, Jake, we have to talk," replied Charles, turning in the couch to see Jake.

"About the idiot I am and how I fucked it all up?" said Jake, crossing his arms. "I don't want to talk about it. I'll deal with what comes next myself. That's why I don't need therapy."

"Jake," sighed Charles, "I know you're always super cool and everything, but you gotta figure out what to do with this. It's different. Amy was scared, nervous, maybe that's why she didn't answer well to the kiss."

Again those words. God, it hurt more every time he heard them. Jake didn't look at Charles's eyes, he just lowered his head. Maybe watching Die Hard with him was a bad idea.

"Look," he said, ruffling his own hair, "I'll get over it like I get over everything. She will too. You're making a big deal out of this."

"That's not what Rosa thinks," mumbled Charles.

"You told Rosa?!" 

"Sorry! I thought maybe she'd knew what to do, but she reacted as always and just shrugged it off. I don't think she wants to get more involved. But, about Amy, she already told you she liked you back! What's the problem?"

"The problem is that, after what happened, she will never want to go out with me," said Jake, and then lifted his head. "I think I should start trying with someone else, this is a basket case."

Charles slammed the couch. "No! How can you think that?! It's no big deal, you said it yourself! Everything will go back to normal if you two keep trying."

"No, Boyle," Jake got to his feet, "I don't think so. I can meet someone else, maybe we weren't just... meant for each other, like you say."

"You are!"

"Charles, it won't work—"

"It can, you're just being—"

"It won't work!" shouted Jake. Charles backed away a bit, as Jake sighed. "Sorry, bud. It's just... this is stressing me out and it doesn't have to. I have to go."

Jake left Charles's apartment and got into his car. A lot of thoughts were stinging his brain. It was too much and it shouldn't be. He snorted and started his car, and, before he knew it, he was at Shaw's bar.

Amy's POV

Jake was not the only one that was feeling terrible. Amy was in her apartment, Rosa next to her. She was grateful because she knew Rosa was extremely bad with feelings, but there was her, trying to cheer Amy up. It seemed like something impossible, of course, but Rosa was trying.

"He has to understand you were anxious," she said. Amy had told her about what had happened in the elevator, which she regretted so much now she wasn't that scared. "It's a reckless move to try and kiss you after you just had a claustrophobic attack, I mean look how it sounds."

"It was even more stupid of me just staring at him in that way, must've scared him out," said Amy, and laughed even if she didn't find that any funny.

"Look, if you really like him—"

"I do," cut Amy.

Rosa snorted. "If you really like him you should explain everything. It would help and make things less uncomfortable."

"So you think things are gonna be awkward between us?"

"I didn't say that, but it's obvious they're gonna be at least different," said Rosa, leaning her head. "You know Jacob, though. He's going to be so immature about all this, things are gonna be back to normal before you know it."

"I hope so," sighed Amy. "If something changes between us it's gonna be my fault."

Jake's POV

He had a deja vu. He felt as if he had already lived that moment, and it was not even a good one. Once again he was feeling work is all he had, and that maybe he would die alone. That 'maybe' was 99% he was going to, and 1% he would find someone. So, yeah, pretty depressing...

Jake was sitting at Shaw's, alone in a corner. Of course he had no company. The alcohol had more or less taken away the elevator thing of his head, but Amy was still there. He felt terrible about all that. He just wanted to continue with his life as if nothing had ever happened, as if he didn't even know Amy...

He barely noticed when a woman sat next to her. She was brunette and had a jet black hair. She was kinda... pretty.

"Hey," she said, grinning. Jake lifted his head and smiled too, with a relaxed face. "Couldn't help noticing you were alone. I'm Sophia."

"Jake Peralta, a pleasure," he said, slurring the words. 

"Why are you sitting alone and looking this... sad?" said Sophia, frowning. "You're actually cute."

Jake laughed, he didn't know why.

"I get that a lot," he said, as Sophia laughed too. "You're pretty too."

"Thanks," said Sophia, smiling.

At that point, Jake had totally forgotten how broken his heart was minutes before, and Amy had almost disappeared from his head. Nevertheless, at Amy's apartment she was trying to figure out how to make things work between them. 

But maybe they just couldn't work now.

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Sorry if this chapter was a bit boring, next one's gonna be better, I hope you're enjoying the story!

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