Romantic stylez 2//Jake X Amy

A Missing Case

Jakes eyes fluttered open. Amy's alarm was ringing in his ears. It sounded too close as it was excruciating. He then pulled his eyes down to see his wife curled up next to him on the sofa, passed out still.

Not even she woke up to her alarm. He discreetly reached over and grabbed her phone that was next to her, and switched off the taunting ring. He looked back down to Amy, who's hair was a mess and plastered to her face. Drool dribbled out of the side of her mouth and her eyes were caked in mascara.

To him, it was cute.

He tried so hard not to wake her, as he wanted to make her something special. He knew fine rightly that she was going to wake up with a banging hangover and knowing her, She will push through it and still go into work. It's Amy.

He then lifted her head off his shoulder and tried to gently place it on the cushion of the sofa. But she groaned and opened her eyes. Squinting

"Ughh... God." Amy moaned. Covering her eyes.

"Morning" Jake replied. Not sounding too sweet about it

"My head feels like it's getting hit with a sledge hammer" she rasped. Covering her head and sitting up.

"I'll get something to help"

Jake then rushed to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cupboard. Amy, in the living room, rubbed her eyes and pulled her hair out of her face and suddenly coughed a little. She then got her eyes adjusted and yawned. She just took a minute and sat there, soaking up the pain and looking around her apartment.

Her eyes then drawn on her bag by the door that had everything spilled out. Lipstick, purse, pens, glasses, a torch and a orange tube that mostly caught her attention. She decided to pull to her feet, wobbling to her fuzzy sight and walked over to the orange object that was shaking her curiosity. She has never seen it before.

She went down to her knees and picked it up and a couple of pills inside rattled. There was a lable stuck to it. But not a lable saying what exactly what it was. It was a hand written label.

'For your hangover :)
                                      - Jason'

Amy slightly laughed and popped open the cap. She tipped out a fresh pill that was so boldly blue and observed it. The small circular pill was so tiny, but Amy didn't know what drug it was. Painkillers maybe?

Of course it was. Jason must of gave it to her last night. He knew she was a mess. So, why wouldn't they be painkillers? Jason is no criminal.

"Hey" Amy called, now going to the kitchen. "You are okay, I have some painkillers here" she said, showing the orange tube.

Jake then horrifyingly coughed.

"Where-" He coughed again "Where did you get them?"

"Jason must of placed them in my bag"

"Oh. Of course. Jason" Jake said sarcastically "The journalist"

Amy then sighed and slammed the orange tube onto the counter.

"You know. I thought we would be over this?"

"Over what?"

"Oh come on, Jake. Don't play dumb with me. Over Jason, I know you are jealous of him"

"Jealous!?" He scoffed, placing his hands on his hips "Not jealous. Just concerned. You did come home extremely drunk last night. God knows what happened"

"You saying you don't trust me?" Amy asked bitterly

"No, did you hear me say those words?"

"You know what Jake?" she then placed the pill into her mouth and swung back the glass of water Jake previously poured for her "I'm done talking to you. Until you finally grow up and  have a trust with me. Then we can talk"