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Drunk Amy

Jake Peralta sits at the bar alone. The others around him having fun at the police ball. Having shown up with out a date had been saddening for him. He wasn't usually like this, but usually the love of his life wasn't dancing with her date having fun. As he watched her dance with her date it brought back memories of his bar mitzvah. Amy was just like Jenny, they both knew the feelings he had for them. Yet, they chose to ignore them and dance with other guys. Each time it broke his heart. This time it was worse, this was real. That was just a silly middle school crush. This was the person he loved with all his heart.

He sat there depressed as the music changed, the minutes seemed to blur together. He didn't feel the same any more, he lost the person he cared for most. All because he told her he liked her before he went undercover. If had waited till he got back she might be dancing with him right now. He finished his third beer and asked for another. At least he might be able to drown his sorrows. He feels a presence next to him. He turns his head to find the one and only Amy Santiago sitting next to him.

"Are you okay? You have just been siting here the whole time drinking" she sounds so worried. His heart flutters at her words, maybe she really does care.

"Yeah i'm fine."

She orders a round of shots. One is placed in front of him. He eyes it carefully before picking it up. He knocks it back and she does the same. He then orders another round and this goes on for a while. Soon Amy is barely able to sit on the bar stool. Jake on the other hand has a higher tolerance to it, so he just feels a slight buzz.

"Ames I should probably take you home now." I tell her. Since her date left over an hour ago I get to drag a drunk Amy home. What a great date he was, making me deal with her in her drunken state. Not that I care, I love spending time with her.

"Can't make it that far." She mumbles in a very very drunk voice.

"How about I get you a hotel room?" She just nods.

I'm so glad that this stupid police ball is being held at a hotel. It's really fancy though, lets hope I can afford a room for her. I let her sit at the bar while I check her into a room. When I come back she is sleeping, her face pressed into the bar. I shake her slightly and she lets out groan.

"Come on lets get you up to bed"

"Bed, nice, warm" She mumbles, it soon turns into incoherent thoughts.

I put a arm under around her waist and help her "walk" to the elevator. Of course her walking is is more of a stumbling and me having to practically carry her. As we enter the elevator she leans on the wall for support. I rub my arm from where she was leaning. Damn she is tiny but damn that hurt, maybe I should work out more. That would be so helpful for so many things. It is also a lot of work, so I most likely won't. A ding fills the tiny space. The doors slide open and we manage it make it to her room.

I slide the key card in the door and it unlocks, I try to get her to walk in the door. We take about three steps in, as I close the door she trips and falls. Dragging me down with her. I land on top of her and she hits her head on the hard floor. They glassy dazed look in her eyes in replaced with an alert awareness of her surroundings. I go to move off of her and my arm brushes her side. This catches my attention.

"Oh my god Amy Santiago your ticklish!" I exclaim.

"What I am not." She replies defensively.

I go to prove my point but she stops me. I'm not exactly sure how it all happened, but the next thing I knew she was kissing me. My hands are on her waist. As we separate for air, I remember she is drunk. I get off of her. I stand up and walk out the door. I don't stop to listen to her protests. I just leave.

I can't handle this, she doesn't actually like me like that. It is the alcohol in her, it is making her decisions. I know that if I had stayed any longer I would regret it later. I walk out to my car, the one Amy hates so much. I drive back to my apartment and grab a bottle of beer. I finish off the bottle then the rest of the case before going to bed. In the morning I will have many problems to deal with, like the hangover from hell, but it is worth it if it makes me forget. Forget how much I messed up. How much I love her even though she doesn't feel the same. It's worth it.

Ok, so that could have been better. Thanks for reading, um review your thoughts. Tell me if I had any mistakes or what I could do better. The second chapter with hopefully be better and longer. So don't give up hope on this story just yet.

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