"So where are we going?" She asked eagerly, still bent on trying to guess the venue even though Jake insisted on secrecy. The direction they were driving in was away from both Hudson and Georgetown, so you could say she was having a bit of fun trying to guess the mystery destination.

"If I tell you now, you're gonna make fun of me the whole ride. So just think of it as a surprise until we get there."

After that Amy just tried guessing the most outlandish things she could think of that would be reasons why he thought she would make fun of him.

"Is it a sex dungeon?" She hazarded on what had to be her 16th guess.

"Dude! What! Of course not! Where would I even find one of those! Oh my god, stop guessing, you're making it worse! Just shut up! Stop talking about sex dungeons!"

Jake had a sinking feeling as they got closer and closer.

Amy was just looking out the window, a light little wonder on her face as she kept whipping her head back and forth to stare up at the ginormous trees passing by that were suddenly, like, everywhere. This place was only three hours away, but suddenly they were driving on a small road in like the middle of a full blown forest or something. They looked like evergreens. He didn't think they had evergreens in this state. Or like redwoods, or something. Jake didn't really know his trees. Just that these were huge.

Super tall trees, and everything around them had suddenly taken a turn for the forest-y. And that's when his stomach started sinking. This was gonna be bad. This was gonna be awful.

Jake took the last turn according to the directions, and it was way worse than it was supposed to be.

"No, no, no," he uselessly protested as they pulled in. "This is so much worse than it looked. This is awful."

"A cabin in the woods? Jake, you shouldn't have," Amy grinned, absolutely gleeful at how embarrassed he was right now. Oh my god, he was never gonna live this down.

"First off, that is a horror movie. Second off, you're right, I shouldn't have. This place is awful. Let's go someplace else. Let's get a hotel or something."

"You only think it's awful cause it's so sappy. And you're right. It is unbelievably sappy," Amy goaded him, and Jake started banging his head on the steering wheel in a futile attempt to turn back time.

"How long did you get it for?"

"This was the only free weekend on your schedule," he grumbled.

"A weekend getaway?" She laughed. "That settles it. We are definitely staying."

She unbuckled her seat belt and then his, and Jake groaned. He didn't even want to get out of the car, just freeze right there and remain absolutely motionless for the next couple millenia.

He was not a sappy person. He refused to be. And yeah, he'd said some pretty sappy things to Amy, but that was just saying stuff. This was like a sappy action. An action he never meant to be this sappy.

And really the important thing was that Amy liked it, and also enjoyed his embarrassment. Really it shouldn't be a problem. But every time someone pointed out one of this cringe worthy sappy things (not that it happened a lot, because he wasn't anywhere close to sappy a lot) there was a little part of him that died each and every time.

"I didn't put any work into choosing this place. Whatever's good or bad about it has nothing to do with me."

He actually did. And he maybe got just a bit of help from Charles finding some nice places, because he didn't even know where to look.

"I wanna go somewhere nice this weekend... with Amy," he mumbles, just cringing, because calling on Charles was a last resort option. He didn't have anywhere else to turn.

"Say no more," Charles grins.

He then compiled pretty much a master list of places and gave that to Jake, who then promptly shut him out of the process because he didn't want Charles to be anymore involved with it.

Jake actually did put a bit of work into choosing, basically all the work after the master list. And even that conversation actually took place two weekends ago, so yeah... he put some time and work into it.

"Liar," Amy rubbed it in with a playful grin, because they both knew it was true. And, come on, she could at least try to hide how amused she was. Instead of just teasing him all smug and superior in the face of his mortifying sappiness.

"If you don't stop making fun of me, I'm gonna leave," he issued an empty threat. "You can stay if you want, but me and my car are going. Someplace else to have fun with you this weekend, or dropping you off and trying again next time. Or just call me for a ride if you wanna stay all alone in a cabin in the woods. Not here. I'm not staying here."

"No you won't," Amy called him on it with little flourish. "Because you picked this place out cause you liked it. And you promised you would make it up to me."

Jake just collapsed face down on the hardwood floor, refusing to move, just laid there like he was absolutely, completely, and utterly dead.

Just laid there like a dead starfish.

Collapsed face first on the floor and wouldn't move a muscle- cause even though it was Amy and he loved Amy, he felt so cringy that he thought he might cringe so hard he would break all his bones and actually end up dead. He just might die from all the cringe.

Amy made a few trips in and out to unpack the car while he was lying there useless on the floor.

"Quit being so melodramatic," she kicked him lightly as she passed by, and Jake only groaned in response.

"Oh sweet, there's a TV and a DVD player hooked up. I brought my laptop just in case cause someone insisted on keeping this all a mystery, but it's good we get to watch the DVD on a big screen."

"Is it porn? Do they even make porn on DVDs anymore?" Jake asked, popping his head up to ask his question, too curious at her statement to keep hiding his face.

"No!" She laughed. "I brought Die Hard. All of them. Die Hards? I brought the Die Hards."

Jake perked up, momentarily distracted. "Really? Why?"

"Cause you're pretty predictable when it comes down to it. I knew you'd end up doing something cheesy and get embarrassed about how you're the best boyfriend in the world. I still can't fathom why your natural reaction to doing sweet stuff is to feel all self conscious, cause if I was as romantic as you are I would brag to anyone who would listen. I'd probably start a blog or something, that's what people do nowadays, right? 'Amy's tips for sweeping a guy or girl off their feet'. I would definitely come up with a better name than that. So I don't think you have anything to be embarrassed about, but I don't mind. One: you are so cute when your face gets all red. And two: even though you get embarrassed every time you still do the corny stuff without fail. So if you wanna stop laying on the floor you could actually come sit down by me and I'll get the DVD started."

That's how it came to this. Jake laying on the floor, his head placed on Amy's lap, her stroking his hair while they watch the best movie ever created.

Amy's softly playing with his hair, and everything about being next to her is nice and easy.