Chapter Seven
"Why would anyone want to kill the sweetest woman in the god damn world?"
"I dunno Jackie." Amy was sitting uncomfortably in a leather chair in the living room. She had woken up to find a note from Bobby beside her bed saying that himself, Angel, and Jack went to meet Jeremiah and then went into the city center to go see their mother's lawyer about the will and not to wait up.
She certainly didn't mind being away from Jack for a while, not that she didn't love…and she meant love his company but being around him and Bobby at the same time she could do without. She wasn't sure how Bobby would react to Jack and her kissing but she didn't want to cause trouble between the two brothers and she certainly didn't want to cause trouble between herself and Bobby.
He was the only person in the world who gave a shit about her; she didn't intend to mess that up. Only thinking about that made her regret last nights kiss…kisses. She really didn't want to second guess the kiss because it had been one damn good kiss. And Amy couldn't seem to shake the desire to kiss Jack again.
The only thing she was worried about was being left alone in the house with le vita loca. It was funny but she had picked up the nick name easily. But there was little worry of that because when the Latin sensation woke up and realized Angel's dick left with him she locked her self in Angel's room.
Amy had found these tapes under the TV. They were recording's of Days of Our Lives since like the seventies. But after about seven episodes Amy had fallen straight to sleep. She and Jack had taken the seemingly long way home stopping every few feet to make out. Then when they finally arrived home she had lain in bed for a good two hours reliving the wonderful walk home. Over all she had about two hours sleep before Sophie's rantings had woken her when Sophie had found her note.
She slowly woke up to hear Jack and Bobby talking quietly in the kitchen. She rubbed her eyes and she got up and stretched the blue screen of the TV glaring in the dark of the living room.
"Hey you guys." She yawned pouring herself a cup of coffee. "How did it go?"
"Eh," The evasive answer from Bobby drew her attention more then if he had given more than a monosyllable. She looked at him.
"You did something…but don't worry I am not even gonna ask…I am gonna trust your judgment." She laughed. "Oh right you don't have any."
"Oh this coming from little miss, 'say I am still in school, oh no better yet say I am applying to the community college…yeah that's a good one.'" Bobby put on a false high voice that recognized more of a chipmunk than Amy's. She scowled at him.
"Oh no officer, I swear he hasn't had anything to drink in like a month," She snickered yawning. "Look I am gonna go to bed. Night Bobby, Jack." She looked at him before going to bed.
A/N: Okay so this one is pretty short and kinda boring but I wanted to get this crap outta the way so the next chapter can be longer and filled with more so called action. So sorry to bore you but the good stuff is coming I swear!