In Love With My Bestfriend (A Jacob Black Love Story) Part 19

"Okay, listen. I know things have been happening in your life - but, I'm here to help." Dr. Madge consoled me, patting my leg.

Since Mom got better, she thought it would be a good idea to put me in therapy.

I told her it was a terrible idea and she responded with this, 'Jess, give it a chance. It could help you with your issues, and take your mind off Jake, too! Just trust me, it'll help!'

So, I'm stuck here, in this boring, plain room. The walls are white, red curtains strung around the windows in an intricate fashion. A television sits on a high, oak stand in the far right corner of the room. Two leather chairs sit infront of a desk as the centerpeice of the large room. A computer and a few pictures sit on a matching oak desk. A laid - back leather chair is where I am laying, in another corner of the room. Dr. Madge sat in a pulled up chair, notepad in hand.

"So, tell me about your mother." she said.

"My mother? Uhmm, she's doing fine . . . I guess. She's still overwhelmed about being sick and the new baby." I explained.

Her pen started sliding across the paper. I explained what else happened, with Jake and stuff.

I kind of made up some things, trying to make me sound not crazy.

"How is your love life going?" she squinted her eyes and gripped the pen tighter.

"My . . . boyfriend and I aren't going that well. I've been really depressed lately, hoping we could still find a way to stay in love, but it's not working. I'm so afraid I'll lose him again." I bit my lip, holding back the tears.

Dr. Madge leaned forward, assessing my face. She touched my shoulder, smiling, "You're very strong, Jessica. I know you can help care for your family if they need you. I promise you, everything will be okay. Anybody would be so lucky to have you in their life. Maybe he's just not the one. Trust me, I'm 38, I know about boys." she winked at me.

The bell dinged just as I was going to say something.

"Time's up! I'll see you nexy Monday at 10:00! Goodbye Jessica. Good Luck." she stood up and hugged me, giving me a slip of paper that had the words, 'Believe in Yourself.' written on it.

"Thank You." was all I could say . . .

-Later-

"How did therapy go?" Mom asked as I walked through the door.

I stared at her for a minute and sat down, "How do you think it went, Mom?"

'I don't know, but please don't use that tone with me."

"Mom! Just - Ugh! I am SO mad right now, I can't even see straight!"

"What is it, honey? Is it jake?" she asked as she reached for my arm, and I shook it away.

I looked at her, "Maybe."

"Oh, sweetie! Did you and Jake break up!?! I'm so sorry, you didn't deserve him anyway!"

She hopped off the couch, cradling my head against her chest.

"No! He didn't break up with me." I said as I shook her off.

"Then, what is it, honey? I'm just trying to help."

"I'm fine, just leave me alone."

I stomped up the steps to my room, leaving my poor mother at the bottom, speechless.

I reached my room and slammed the door. I was so mad I wanted to scream or throw something. I hated my life. Jake hasn't talked to me in a week.

He just ups and leaves at the right times, doesn't he? He probably does it on purpose, though.

I decided to pick up the phone and dial Jake's number.

"Hello?" a raspy voice said that I immediately recognised as Jacob's.

"Jake . . . why haven't you called me?" I whipsered, trying to catch my breath.

"I'm sorry Jess, I've just had so much on my mind lately, and I've just been so busy . . . "

"Jeez, how many times have I heard that one before, Jacob? I am so sick of you putting your tail between your legs and running off when you can't handle something. I need you right now, Jacob, and I would like for you to treat me better, like I would anyone I date."

"Then maybe I'm not the right guy for you, then!" he snapped at me.

I sat silently, waiting for him to say something, anything at all.

I heard heavy breathing on the other line of the phone, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. Can we atleast talk about it?"

"I guess." I mumbled.

"Great, meet me at the beach."

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and raced to the closet.

'It doesn't have to be fancy, just presentable.' I said to myself.

I had on duck pajamas from the thrift store across the street. I'm definately not going to wear that.

I picked out a red and blue patterned flannel with holey jeans and converse.

My hair was already curly enough so I just scrunched it a little bit.

A little spritz of perfume and I was ready.

What was I going to say? Was I going to tell him I truly loved him and wanted to marry - never mind, scratch that idea. Was I going to tell him I was ready to have kids?

Did I want to break up?

The question ringed in my mind for a moment. If I wasn't considering it, why did it pop up in my mind? But - I couldn't live without Jake. He meant everything to me!

--At the Beach--

Jake was leaning against a tree, waiting for me.

I felt relief wash over me as I saw his warm smile.

I ran toward him with open arms. He picked me up and spun me around, laughing.

"You have no idea how much I've missed you, Jessica." he held my face in his hands while he spoke.

"I've missed you too, Jake. You have no idea how much." I leaned into his warm chest, which was bare.

The musky scent I recognised was still on his skin.

"I love you so much." I whispered against his neck.

"I love you, too." he whispered.

He looked down, lifting my face up so I could see his eyes. I met his gaze, love in his chocolate brown eyes.

I embraced him, suddenly, kissing his soft, warm lips.

"I sorry I've been mean to you." I whispered against his breath.

"You haven't, I've been the one who's been stubborn, and rude. I'm sorry, Jess."

I hugged him, standing on my tiptoes to reach his neck.

'I love you, too.' His words rang in my mind. 'I love you, too.'