Thank you so much for the reviews and all! I'm so happy people are actually liking it. So this chapter is much shorter than the last one but I promise I'll try and make the other chapters longer. I also tried adding humor but yea didn't really work out. :P On to the story. Enjoy!
Jake looked calm on the outside but inside, he was freaking out. He didn't want Amy to see his messy apartment. Why do I care so much about what Santiago thinks? She already knows I'm the sloppiest person known to earth. Jake thought to himself as they rode the elevator up. Jake then realized it was less about Amy seeing his messy apartment, but more about having her over at his place. This time he didn't even need one of Boyle's truth bombs to realize. But unknown to Jake, Amy was feeling just as nervous as he was.
Why am I so nervous? We're just friends/coworkers. For some reason the word friends stung a bit and she had no idea why.
"So are you just gonna sleep to out in the hall? I can assure you that I can find you a comfortable seating arrangement in here. You just have to come in." Jakes voice snapped her out of her thoughts and she realized that she was standing right outside of his apartment. It wasn't the cleanest place she's ever seen but as a cop, she has definitely seen much worse. Her eyes suddenly directed to the pile of laundry mounding near the couch. Right on top she saw the shorts Jake had worn to their "date". She smiled to herself. She pointed her head towards the mess of boxers lying around.
"Classy Peralta." She said with her eyebrows raised.
"Well you know, I try my best. I'm pretty sure those are clean though. I think." Jake replied with a nervous chuckle. Amy couldn't help but smirk.
"So I'll take the couch, you can take the bed in my room. It's just over there." Jake told Amy, but she just shook her head.
"No it's alright; I'll sleep on the couch." Amy felt bad enough about bothering him so late, even though she would never tell him that, she wasn't going to let him sleep on the couch.
"Don't be ridiculous Santiago. I can take the couch. Plus it's so comfortable." Jake replied while jumping and lying down on the couch. As soon as he landed on the couch, a spring popped out in the middle. Amy again, raised her eyebrows at him.
"Yes, Peralta that looks very comfortable." She replied with a sarcastic tone. Suddenly an idea sprang into her head, but she was uncertain about presenting her idea to him.
"I mean… If you want… we could… only of you want to… we could share your bed?" She didn't mean for it to come out as a question but with her nervous tone, she couldn't help it. Jake decided he couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. He stood up and inched his way closer to Amy.
"What are you suggesting Santiago, that we share the same bed?" Jake had burst Amy's personal bubble and his face was a just a couple inches away from her from hers. Jake wore a big smirk, knowing he'd won at whatever game he had just started. But Amy couldn't let him succeed. She straightened her back and started moving closer to Jake.
"Actually that was what I was suggesting. But I guess you don't want to, so you can sleep on the comfortable couch and I'll take the bed." Amy smiled triumphantly. Suddenly she didn't feel so bad about the sleeping arrangements. She then turned on her heel and headed for the bathroom with satisfaction written all over her face. Jake was left trying to figure out how the tables turned.