Maybe if I Tell Myself Enough (I'll Get Over You)
With a blanket tightly draped around her shoulders and curled up with her high-socketed feet on the couch, Amy is looking right through the flames in the fireplace but doesn't see them. She's lost in her mind, going over everything that went wrong at dinner. Not only did her break-up went the worstway possible with her not being able to work on it first, she might have unfortunately jeopardized Jake's relationship and their own friendship with her confession too.
It already took them some time to get back to normal after he told her heliked her for the first time. She definitely doesn't want to go through that again now that it's been out shemight have liked him as well.
She lets out a desperate sigh when a knock on her door takes her out of her reverie. She grunts annoyingly as she stands up from her comfortable spot, not willing to see anyone right now – especially not the only person it can be: Teddy. "What–…" She starts talking before the door's fully open but is cut short when she recognizes who's on the other side, fidgeting nervously.
Jake.
"What are you doing here?" Her expression softens though a frown remains on her face. Shouldn't he be with Sophia right now?
She can feel her heart starting to pound in her chest.
"I just wanted to check on you." He's barely able to look her in the eye.
Great. Things are gonna be awkward again,Amy can't help but sadly think.
"Oh. I'm good, thanks." It's obviously a lie. How could she be after she ruined everyone's night?! "You?"
Jake shrugs as he finally steadies his gaze on her. His eyes are shining with what Amy suspects are unshed tears.
"I've been better," he says nonchalantly. Then he drops the bomb. "Sophia and I broke up."
"I–…"
"Don't." He stops her with a wave of his hand before she can let out another word. "It's not your fault. Not in the way you think, anyways."
There's a pause after that during which both of them remain silent. Amy studies Jake, watches as he lets out a sigh.
"Wanna come in?" She offers after a while and steps aside to emphazise her words.
Jake simply nods in return. He looks around, still mute. His gaze fixates for a second on Teddy's stuff put on a shelf by the door. He shoots Amy a quick glance then go sit on the couch where she was herself sitting only a few minutes ago. She quickly follows behind, wrapping the blanket around her shoulders again as a shield protecting her from more harm.
"What happened?" She eventually finds the nerves to ask. She can't stand this silence anymore.
His eyes remain stuck on the fire inside the hearth the whole time he speaks. "She doesn't see any future between us. Said it's been fun but that's it."
Amy can sense there's more to it – there's something he's not telling her – probably something that concerns herand her confession – but she doesn't try to know more. She's not sure she could handle it right now.
"I'm sorry," she answers instead. And she means it. She could tell Jake was starting to develop true feelings for his girlfriend. She's really sorry it didn't work out.
Even more so if sheis the one who helped Sophia in her realization.
Another quiet beat passes until Jake finally looks up at Amy. His expression is completely different now – he's weirdly grinning amusedly.
Despite everything, it makes Amy smile too.
"What?" She can feel her ears and cheeks starting to blush as he doesn't stop staring at her.
"So, you liked me, huh?" he mocks. His eyes are shining, but from teasing her this time.
"Shut up." She shakes her head though a small chuckle escapes her mouth and her heart warms up in her chest. Maybe not everything's lost after all.
(It's only the next morning, when they're on their way back to New York City that Jake breaks the quietness that has fallen upon them with the truth.
"She said there aren't any sparks when she looks at me – not like what she saw in my eyes when I learned you used to like me. Whatever that means." He shrugs and Amy doesn't respond but her heart flutters in her heart as she stares at him.
Damn, she's doomed. She still likes him.)
(It takes them a while to act on their feelings for good, to admit them at the same and right time but in the end, it all works out.)
