Jake smiled at the chesty blonde who was currently smiling wide eyed at him. As he downed another shot he felt the liquid burn in his throat, washing away the empty feeling he had in his throat and the beautiful face that haunted him at all times. Glancing around he saw a girl. A girl of such sickening beauty he almost wanted to look away. Something about he captivated him.

Something about her always had..

Eyes still on the girl jake pushed out of his chair cutting the girl off mid sentence, but he didnt care. He walked slowly over catching her eye.

Sitting next to her he lit a cigarette, and slowly dragged on it.

"I thought you were mad at me?" he questioned finally looking at the girl

Ria turned slightly in her chair eyeing him

He was a mess. He looked unshave, and big dark circles hung under his eyes like he hand't slept in days. he had this dark, brooding, slightly dangerous look about him.

"I am. But I need to tell you something..Jake I-

'Look. I dont wanna fucking hear about how pissed you are or how much you hate me okay?Im sick of listening to you it the fuck go"

"Shut the fuck up Jake. I knew this was a bad idea. Your still an immature asshole like you were a month ago. I wanted to fix things. Guess you dont."

Jake rolled his eyes

"Grow up Ria. There is no fixing things with us and you know it."

Ria fought back tears before turning to him. Leaning forward she kissed Jake

And slowly and silently walked away

FAST FORWARD TO JANUARY OF OPIE SEASON

Ria's phone rang loudly.

"Hello?" She said after recognizing the number.

A deep voice spoke rapidly on the other end of the phone. All the color drained out of Ria's face as she sunk down to the floor open mouthed.

"When. Where?" She said hoarsley.

Jake blew smoke out of his mouth as he sat outside the hospital in Anchorage. He was numb, completely lost in his own thought. He was going to lose his father right here and now, and no one could stop that.

It kept playing over and over in his mind how much he fucked up so many times.

He let his dad down, and was a horrible son.

What the hell kind of son steals their fathers pain medication?

How much more fucked up could he be?

He was a lousy ass fucking excuse for a son, a no good addict. He had let his father down, and now he would have to go the rest of his life knowing how dissapointed his dad was in him. He was an even worse brother. He picked fights with Josh everyday just to stir shit up. He loved pissing Josh off more than anything, and he knew Josh probably hated him. But it was who he was. A prick, and asshole, and a lousy excuse for a man.

And let's not forget what he did to Ria. That might have been his biggest fuck up of all. He had let go one of the only people who put up with his shit, and still loved him for it. The girl who he came home to talk to every night, rather than leaving her after he was finished with her. The one who made him feel happy, and alive. Even though there relationship was explosive sometimes, and hard to deal with he loved every minute of it.

He needed her like he needed air, every inch of her made his blood boil, but his heart sing with joy when she did things. He smile, the slow grin she had, the way her hair would brush against his arm when she leaned over him, how she would cock her head to the side when she was listening to someone, or the quirk of her eyebrow, or how she would bite her lip and wink at him now anf again.

Her face was burned in his mind, haunting him every minute.

He needed her.

He always had

The bench he was sitting on creaked, but Jake didnt look up. He blew smoke out of his mouth again, and glanced over.

"I-I know your not here for me. But Im glad that you are."

He looked over to the person sitting next to him, hazel eyes gazing into blue grey.

Ria smiled slightly, and sighed her breath coming out in a mist of air.

"You know I'm always here Jacob."

Just like she always had been