Romantic stylez 2//Jake X Amy

Fun little games

Amy stumbled out of the coffee shop door and almost tripped over her own feet. She didn't hesitate on where to go next and immediately ran to the left.

so many daring eyes, all different colours, followed her movements. As she kept running , people parted out of the way for her, like a split end. Be she couldn't care. She was running. Running home, so fast that the tail end of her blazer caught in the wind and her hair blew and swayed like a flag at  high stride.

she wasn't being chased. Nor was she running after someone. she ran away from fear, from her delusional mind. Although she couldn't outrun her thoughts, like always, Taylors taunting words looped in her head, making Amy run faster, like she could escape the sound.

"Three more days"

You may not know what that necessarily means, but Amy knew. She knew exactly what those snake  words meant. Three days, just like what she read on her Apple Mac, right on Taylors criminality data file. The words that were slammed to a shut before Rosa's appearance 

The words of how many days till she was released.

Her breathing became heavier and she could feel the heat rise to her cheeks. She continued to run in the dark streets , slapping her feet. It then became painful for her to run In heeled boots, but Amy blocked out the pain. Only running was set on her mind. Running, running home-

"Fuck!!!!" screamed a voice, tied in with a sudden sound of a liquid splash. "Are you blind!!?" shouted a man, who had a cap on that shadowed his face. 

His tone was a sour growl as he sucked in the air in pain, while his black coffee soaked in his grey shirt under his black bomber jacket, steaming in heat.

But Amy was too wrapped up in her own thoughts to even say sorry, like she would usually do as a good person. But she didn't dare to stop running, home was probably the only place where she felt sustained and safe. Her mind was dedicated to be home, running past New York's finest cafes, food stalls, book stores and of course the weary public that made New York, well, New York. But they all began to distance and open up to her own avenue to home.  

Amy skiddded across the pavement like a cartoon character and ran up the steps, burying her hand into her balzer and fumbled out her apartment keys, unlocking the door. Her heels clacked up the stairs that bounced around the walls like a tennis ball, and came to a stop as she haulted at her apartment door. Panting.

she burst through into her home, slamming the door behind. Amy then placed her back on her pink door and slid down, curling her knees to her chest.

Her apartment was dead silent, dark too. She has never been home this early from work. It was only 9:30 at night, yet it felt later. She continued to sit on the floor, head down rested on her knees, breathing, catching her breath. The dark empty house reminded her of old times, when jake wasnt apart of her life. The thought sent a chill down her spine.

She then lifted her head, now to see a strange ghostly vision of herself . Crying, her past self, on the floor crying. Just right next to her.

Amy remembered that day, she remembered that pain and hurt. She remembered Jake yelling at her face.

"Amy I don't wanna get in a fight, but I'll stand my guard saying that I do believe it wasn't her. You're the person, out of everyone ,who has been acting strange lately!You're also the person who has a smoking addiction! Plus I couldn't help to notice that you've been looking at taylor recently... Starring constantly... Like some freak!!"

All because of Taylor. Purpoesly making her drunk to lose her job,  but he believed her innoccent lie. Jake blammed it on Amy. After those words, she remebered going home, resting on the floor, crying. Just like what she was doing now, exept blooming tears.