Title: Pondering Love 1/1
Rating: PG
1 Category: Jake/Hamilton, Jake POV
Summary: Jake thinks about love.
Spoilers: Gone
Note: I wrote this after watching the scene with Jake/Hamilton on the dock for the 100th time. I
hope it doesn't have too many errors because when I typed it I was having a crazy time talking to
my friend. :-) Thank you to *everyone* who sent me feedback on Birthday Surprise, because it
really pushed me to write this fic. I hope it doesn't totally suck. Please, please, please send me
feedback. 8^)
More notes: I wrote this 2 years ago, but I'm just posting it up now. I hope there are still people who like Young Americans!! ::is sad because she misses the show:: Anyways…please read+review and enjoy! ^__^
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After Hamilton and I left the Friendly's and went back to Rawley he walked me to my door.
He came in for a few minutes, but we didn't say much. I guess we both had a lot to think about,
so I kissed him goodnight and locked the door, safe in the haven of my room. I got out of my
boy clothes, washed the gel out of my hair, and relaxed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. I
started to read one of the books that Finn had assigned, but I fell asleep, dreaming about my
childhood and climbing trees.
I'm awake now, and my clock tells me that it's just shy of 3 in the morning. The past day has
been so confusing for me. Hamilton and I went on our first "date", which ended up almost a
complete disaster. The only good thing about it was what he told me on the dock, in the daylight,
and in a completely non-romantic moment. He told me that he loved me, and I told him that I
loved him, because it's true...I do love Hamilton. I've never really sat around and thought about
love a lot, but now I find myself only thinking about love. It's always been something that other
people have had. I mean, I do love my mother, but I can't think of a time when I've told her the
words, or when she's told me. All of my friend's families are very affectionate, and that's fine for
them, but my family has always been just a tad different from the norm. But now that I've heard
Hamilton tell me that he loves me...it's like a drug. I want to hear it again, and I want to tell him
that I love him over and over and over. Even as I think about hearing the words "I love you"
come from Hamilton's mouth I get all giddy. I don't know why I feel this way. I dislike it when
females are submissive to men, I hate it when guys are expected to do everything and the girl is
expected to just sit and be pretty, but I just can't help it. The words "I love you" have turned me
into a puddle of girlie mush. I love Hamilton...Hamilton loves me...Hamilton and I are in love. It
just sounds so right. I sigh and look over at the clock, it's almost 4 am now, and even though I
know that Hamilton will be asleep I can't help but reach over and pick up the telephone. I dial
his number, praying that the ring won't wake his parents. He surprisingly picks up on the first
ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi...were you awake?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking. Why are you awake?"
"I was just thinking too." I smile, picturing him laying in his bed, and I can't help but hope that
he's feeling the same way I am.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
"I love you too." I can hear the smile in his voice, and my smile widens.
"I'll see you at crew."
With that I hang up the phone. I drift off to sleep thinking about Hamilton and our relationship.
It may not be perfect, but we love each other, and we'll make it through whatever comes our
way.
Rating: PG
1 Category: Jake/Hamilton, Jake POV
Summary: Jake thinks about love.
Spoilers: Gone
Note: I wrote this after watching the scene with Jake/Hamilton on the dock for the 100th time. I
hope it doesn't have too many errors because when I typed it I was having a crazy time talking to
my friend. :-) Thank you to *everyone* who sent me feedback on Birthday Surprise, because it
really pushed me to write this fic. I hope it doesn't totally suck. Please, please, please send me
feedback. 8^)
More notes: I wrote this 2 years ago, but I'm just posting it up now. I hope there are still people who like Young Americans!! ::is sad because she misses the show:: Anyways…please read+review and enjoy! ^__^
*************
After Hamilton and I left the Friendly's and went back to Rawley he walked me to my door.
He came in for a few minutes, but we didn't say much. I guess we both had a lot to think about,
so I kissed him goodnight and locked the door, safe in the haven of my room. I got out of my
boy clothes, washed the gel out of my hair, and relaxed in a pair of shorts and a tank top. I
started to read one of the books that Finn had assigned, but I fell asleep, dreaming about my
childhood and climbing trees.
I'm awake now, and my clock tells me that it's just shy of 3 in the morning. The past day has
been so confusing for me. Hamilton and I went on our first "date", which ended up almost a
complete disaster. The only good thing about it was what he told me on the dock, in the daylight,
and in a completely non-romantic moment. He told me that he loved me, and I told him that I
loved him, because it's true...I do love Hamilton. I've never really sat around and thought about
love a lot, but now I find myself only thinking about love. It's always been something that other
people have had. I mean, I do love my mother, but I can't think of a time when I've told her the
words, or when she's told me. All of my friend's families are very affectionate, and that's fine for
them, but my family has always been just a tad different from the norm. But now that I've heard
Hamilton tell me that he loves me...it's like a drug. I want to hear it again, and I want to tell him
that I love him over and over and over. Even as I think about hearing the words "I love you"
come from Hamilton's mouth I get all giddy. I don't know why I feel this way. I dislike it when
females are submissive to men, I hate it when guys are expected to do everything and the girl is
expected to just sit and be pretty, but I just can't help it. The words "I love you" have turned me
into a puddle of girlie mush. I love Hamilton...Hamilton loves me...Hamilton and I are in love. It
just sounds so right. I sigh and look over at the clock, it's almost 4 am now, and even though I
know that Hamilton will be asleep I can't help but reach over and pick up the telephone. I dial
his number, praying that the ring won't wake his parents. He surprisingly picks up on the first
ring.
"Hello?"
"Hi...were you awake?"
"Yeah, I was just thinking. Why are you awake?"
"I was just thinking too." I smile, picturing him laying in his bed, and I can't help but hope that
he's feeling the same way I am.
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to tell you that I love you."
"I love you too." I can hear the smile in his voice, and my smile widens.
"I'll see you at crew."
With that I hang up the phone. I drift off to sleep thinking about Hamilton and our relationship.
It may not be perfect, but we love each other, and we'll make it through whatever comes our
way.