"This is incredible! Holy fuck I can't believe it!" Jake said excitedly. Told you he was gonna love it.
                              
"Can't believe you stole this without me though." I didn't think he minded that much. That grin seemed stuck on his face.
                              
"It wouldn't be a surprise if you came along now would it?" I told him, copying his smile. Jake's happy mood was highly contagious.
                              
"Thanks! Its not even my birthday." He squished my head with his arms. I think it was supposed to be a head hug?
                              
"Get your biceps out of my face." My voice was muffled because Jake wouldn't let go immediately.
                              
"Don't pretend you didn't like it." He smirked.
                              
"I didn't have to pretend." I said sarcastically. "Anyway, how else was I gonna thank you."
                              
Jake looked confused. "Thank me for what? You don't have to thank me for being awesome, Jill."
                              
"You're so funny. No, please, keep saying things like that. You crack me up." I deadpanned.
                              
"Alright alright I get it. There's no need for all the sass." Jake raised his hands in surrender, as he should. "But why thank me?"
                              
"The poem in my locker of course." I told him.
                              
"The what in your what now?" Jake looked lost. He didn't even notice the innuendo he'd just made.
                              
"I take it you didn't write the poem?" There was no need for him to deny it and I figured his short term memory was still intact.
                              
"I didn't. But I can still keep the sign right?" He pleaded.
                              
"Of course, it belongs to you. Damn I really thought it was you though." I pondered. Who would write me a poem like that?
                              
"So I guess it was a cheesy love poem or something? Wasn't me this time." Jake shrugged.
                              
"Yeah, it was one of those lame 'roses are red' poems. It wasn't Gwen either because she helped me get the stop sign. She wouldn't help me stealing you a gift if she was the rightful owner." She would've claimed it herself or something else.
                              
"Does Jilly have a secret admirer?" Jake wiggled his eyebrows. Gross, no. I was convinced it was a prank.
                              
"Well he didn't put a lot of effort into it. The note wasn't even scented." I said smugly.
                              
"Or she. It could've been a girl. That'd be so hot." Jake said excitedly.
                              
"Do you need a bucket? You're drooling all over the place." I raised an eyebrow.
                              
Jake narrowed his eyes playfully.
                              
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I was on my way to my dad's place. Chase was sitting next to me.
                              
Before you lose your shit, no, he's not meeting the other parent. The other parent is at work.
                              
I had left Jake's place after helping him redecorate his room. And by redecorate I mean shoving a few things aside so he could hang the stop sign on his wall. It looked pretty awesome. Like it belonged there.
                              
My mom and Hugh would be at the house today so I figured I'd give them some alone time and go to my dad's place.
                              
I'd already assured Chase that my dad wouldn't be home. Even though he wouldn't mind meeting him. His ignorance was very cute.
                              
"For some reason I figured he'd live further away." Chase said while I was pulling in the driveway.
                              
"He wanted to live in Boston initially because his lawfirm is there but then he fell in love with this house. I don't mind, it's very convenient." I shrugged.