Go on and hate me. I'm so sorry that I haven't been updating as much as you'd probably want me to. I have a good reason- my mom was making me study like day and night for a test at the end of summer. Again, I'm so sorry.
On a happier note, I can finally start writing again. So here's the next one-shot.
Disclaimer: I wish I could, but I don't own the 39 clues or any of the characters in it.
"Jake, thank you!" she cries, grabbing his face and planting a kiss on his cheek. He's so unprepared that he can't even speak right.
"Uhh…wore yelcome. Wait-"
But there's no use there's no use trying to correct his mistake; she's already telling Sinead about her (undoubtedly genius) idea about the picture of the hostages. He could jump up and start tap dancing and she probably not notice.
He looks at his hands; he knows that he's made a complete fool of himself. He can already hear Dan and Atticus laughing in the corner.
That was okay though. Jake would be willing to endure the world's worst insults, if it meant getting even a small kiss from Amy Cahill.
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Well fudge.
He really doesn't understand how this…this…sort of…crush got started. And he definitely doesn't understand how this little crush got so unlittle that that he was having trouble doing normal things like writing, walking, and, geez, even sleeping.
It seemed that every time he tried to go to bed, his thoughts buzzed and stung so much that he couldn't even sleep. It was like having hornets flying around in his head.
And was it odd that the only thing these thought-hornets were about was a certain red-haired, green-eyed Cahill?
He thought not.
He's already tried to get those thoughts of Amy out of his head. Dang, he'd even called up all of his old girlfriends and gone on some dates with them, but it still didn't help. In fact it worsened his problem.
He kept comparing them to her. That one's about the same height or She's too tanned or even That one's too dumb.
Try as he might, he just couldn't get Amy Cahill out of his mind.
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He's told his best friend, Alex, about her. That was disastrous.
"Dude, Jake you're going to have to tell her that you like her," Alex had told him after he had explained his dilemma.
"What? No! I can't do that. She'll hate me even more than she already does," he tells his companion hysterically.
"That's the only way you're going to get better. And no offense dude, but you look terrible. You need sleep."
It was true; he did need some serious sleep. But still, he could not tell her.
He'd just have to be strong.
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Sometimes, though, when people comment on the dark circles under his eyes and his rapidly decreasing weight, he's tempted to go up to the Cahill mansion and tell Amy about her feelings.
Sometimes he even convinces himself to confess. Then he finds himself on the driveway of the Cahill mansion. That's usually when he slaps himself and goes back home silently cursing himself and blaming it on sleep deprivation.
After all, he's had a lot of that lately.
So, like it? Love it? Hate it? Let me know by reviewing. Please do it for the children. JK. But really, please review.
Anyway, I hope you liked part about Alex. Also sorry if that first part, wasn't word for word. I didn't have the book handy.
Hope you liked it.
Peace,
Celenia