character/pairing: Dan, Jake/Amy.
rating: T, for mild language.
prompt: Stars.
warning: Slight spoilers for DoN (yes, I have read it), but nothing spoiler-y plot-wise. You should be safe on that front.
for Michaela, my favorite hardcore Jake/Amy (Jamy?) shipper. I hope you enjoy this! :)
Dan Cahill was not happy. He knew where this was going. He'd seen the signs before. It was almost like a disease. It caused flushed cheeks, shortness of breath, and a rapid heartbeat, the same symptoms of an asthma attack.
But the subjects experiencing these symptoms were not asthmatics. They were teenagers. With hormones. Which, in Dan's opinion, was even scarier than not being able to breath.
Watching his sister—once again—turn into a love-alien was a horrifying sight.
But the worst part? It wasn't just Amy this time. There existed a second party to this madness—
Jake Rosenbloom.
Dan had tried to get along with Atticus' brother, and even though Jake had been a great help, he definitely wasn't Dan's favorite person. The older Rosenbloom was too protective, too high-strung—for god's sake, even Amy wasn't that anal!
But now, he disliked the older boy for an entirely different reason.
The jerk wouldn't stop flirting with his sister.
Jake knew she a boyfriend, so why couldn't he just leave her alone? Dan tried not to care, but then she started reacting to this disgusting display of teenage emotions—and she wasn't repulsed by it!
On the contrary, she seemed to enjoy it. And Dan could not be in support of that.
It took everything in him not to puke at the sight of Jake and Amy researching the Jubilee—heads together, the sides of their bodies touching. There was too much giggling and unnecessary hand grazing, more than he'd seen his sister do with Tolliver.
And Dan swore he saw Jake glance down his sister's shirt a few minutes before.
Not that he cared, of course. Amy could handle herself. But, still, it was just so gross! Dan would have rather watched his sister fall all over Ian Cobra, than lust after this blockhead.
Though, she seemed to be happy, and Jake wasn't complaining about everything for once. In fact, he hotel room was strangely quiet, aside from the occasional whispering coming from the ultra-nerds on the sofa.
Dan still didn't like the way Jake looked at Amy when her back was turned. Almost like he had stars in his eyes at the sight of her. Dan really didn't think his sister was that impressive. Sure, she might be pretty in a super smart bookworm way—if you liked that kind of thing—but what was so special about her that guys fell over backwards for her attention?
First, the Cobra. Then, the Geek. And now, the Jerk.
Dan knew the reason guys were usually attracted to certain girls. He was in eighth grade, after all. The boys that sat around him in class would spend most of the period talking about girls—and it wasn't their personalities that the boys liked. These girls wore short skirts and too much make-up. They were the ones who hooked with guys in the locker room and in their older siblings' cars.
Was his sister secretly like that, too? Or did guys like Jake like her because she wasn't one of those girls?
He didn't know which one he disliked more—the idea that his older sister was a slut, or that she was the good-girl that everyone wanted to corrupt.
Dan shuddered as the soft sound of Amy's giggling mingled with Jake's deep laughter. He supposed that, in the end, it really didn't matter—he trusted Amy.
But Dan decided he would keep an eye on Jake. Especially on the older boy's hands. If they touched his sister anywhere below the shoulders, Dan would be forced to unleash his ninja powers.
After all, someone had to keep Amy's dignity intact.