Chapter 11: Lost in Translation: The Sequel
The usual disclaimers: nothing you recognize belongs to me.
"Watch it!" Taylor yanked Jake back by his collar. "You almost got taken out by that truck. You need to pay attention to what's around you, instead of," he taps the screen, "that."
Jake laughs, his fingers typing rapidly, "That's why we're the perfect combo, bro – I text, you watch."
Taylor snorts as he looks across the street. He sees a tall man carrying a woman out of the park. His heart stops as he realizes it's John, carrying his mom. He starts to move forward, wondering if she's hurt, but then he sees her laughing.
She's also barefoot.
Jake keeps texting, oblivious. "Hey, my mom's says she just got dinner. You wanna come with?"
Taylor shrugs, "I could eat."
Translation: Hell. Yeah. It. Worked.
A/N: I had to give Taylor his due.
One more chapter to go. Joss finally lets that something inside her soar (and the rating will rise accordingly) during an evening with Reese.