Since I just finished the "Surviving The Applewhites" book (literally I just finished it like 45 minutes ago) I logged on to to see if there were any fanfics….unfortunately there wasn't any. So, I decided to write one, I was hoping that there would be a bit more romance in the book…other than Jakes crushes on Cordelia and Jeannie. I wanted there to be a bit more between Jake and E.D. but, alas, there was not…. (Sorry bout the cliché, but) If you want something done, you have to do it yourself.
I do not own Surviving The Applewhites or any other work of Stephanie S. Tolan
It was about 4 years after the Applewhites had built the Playhouse, and Jake found himself still at the Creative Academy. Not that he regretted it; he just thought that he would have gone home to his parents by now. They seemed to have thought the Creative Academy to be a better influence on him than any other reformatory school so they insisted that he stay there. Jake liked living with the Applewhites, he loved having people he actually talk to, people that weren't scared of his reputation. He and E.D. had become best friends, and were, for the most part, inseparable. Jake had begun to like E.D. as more than a friend, and couldn't help but notice how much she was physically maturing. She was now more recognizable as a girl than Cordelia had been at E.D.'s age. She had hardly cut her hair since Jake had arrived at Wit's End, with the exception of a couple trims here and there, it now hung past her waist and tickled the top of her well-rounded butt. Her overall shape had become curvy and appealing and her face had become more feminine, especially since she had started to wear make-up. Her chest was a lot bigger than it used to be, Jake couldn't help but to look at it when nobody else was looking. He tried not to admit to himself but he was now sexually attracted to E.D., he loved spending time with her, and he hoped that she like spending time with him. Jake often caught her staring at him, she quickly looked away every time he caught her, but not quickly enough to disguise it as a badly timed glance. He figured one of these days he'd have to pluck up the courage to make the first move, for it seemed that she was too shy to.