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A/N: OVER 2000 WORDSSSSSSSSS YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!! (I know they’re always really short sooo…. *clap along if you feel like a room without a roof* *claps*)
Willow’s P.O.V.
I ran out of there as fast as I could. I love Jake so much, and when I saw him there, kissing another person. I couldn’t take it. I love him so very much, and I can’t cope if he doesn’t feel the same way. Well, ok. That’s not 100% true. But I can’t cope if he doesn’t tell me, but continues to pretend that he loves me, when he obviously doesn’t. He is so not in love with me that he didn’t just go and kiss a girl, no. He went and kissed another guy. I thought he had told me everything, but he never told me that he was gay. Ever.
“Willow! Wait up!” It was Jake. I ran even faster. I felt salty water enter my mouth, and I realised I was crying. I hate crying. At that moment, the heavens opened, and it started raining ridiculously heavily, reflecting my mood. At least now I would be able to say that it was rainwater, and not tears. I jumped on my motorbike, jammed my helmet on my head, and revved the engine. I was just about to set off, a man ran into the road.
He wouldn’t. I thought. But, he would.I swerved, avoiding Jake by millimetres. Oh my God. He is such an asshole. He raised his hands, as if in defeat, and hung his head. I took my helmet off, and ran a hand through my soaking hair.
“What do you want?” I snapped, eager to be rid of him and the weather. “What could you possibly want?” He looked hurt at my coldness, but I refused to soften as he looked at me.
“I’m sorry, Willow. I- It’s not what it looked like.” I snorted and rolled my eyes. That had to be the worst excuse he could of used.
“Oh, and what was it then?” I mocked him, my voice literally dripping with sarcasm. “Were you, I don’t know, dancing? Or maybe you were drunk? Or that wasn’t even you, it was some imposter who took your clother? Oh, that’s okay then.”
“Babe, I-” Something snapped inside me.
“Don’t you dare ‘babe’ me! I came to give you your fucking lunch, and I walk in to see you making out with a guy! Of all people! Did you just forget to mention that you liked guys? And don’t give me any bullshit, or I’ll never speak to you again. Although, by the looks of things, I’m not going to be speaking to you anyway!” I glared at him, waiting for a plausable answer.
Jake’s P.O.V.
“Don’t you dare ‘babe’ me! I came to give you your fucking lunch, and I walk in to see you making out with a guy! Of all people! Did you just forget to mention that you liked guys? And don’t give me any bullshit, or I’ll never speak to you again. Although, by the looks of things, I’m not going to be speaking to you anyway!” she yelled at me, glaring at me, so that I could see all the hatred and anger and hurt that I had caused.
I sighed. There was no answer I could give that I would be happy with. None. But, I would tell her the truth. But I couldn’t tell her here. Not in the middle of a road with her on her bike and the rain washing us away. Partly because of the rain, but also partly because I was worried she might run me over.
“Let’s go back to your place first.” She sighed and nodded. She put her helmet back on and drove off. I got into my VW Beetle and followed her.
*** At Willow’s House***
I followed her into the kitchen, and she sat down on a chair. I stood, unsure of what to say. I knew I had to tell her the truth, but I didn’t know how to phrase it. I just went with it. I never had a good way with words, but this was going to come from the heart.
“Willow. I am so sorry about what happened. I have kissed him once before, and my curiosity was aroused. I wanted to know what it was like to be with another guy. I like him, although now I look back and see that I like him as a friend, or as a brother. I want to be in a relationship with you. I really love you, and it hurts me more than anything to see you upset.” My voice cracked, and I looked down. “It feels even worse to know that it is me that caused the hurt. It is my fault that you hate me. And if you want to break up and move on, I understand. But I need you to understand how hard this will be for me, Willow. You were my first love and you will probably be my last. I have no interest in anyone else. No one else is attractive to me. Every time I look at your greeny blue hair, every time I look into your blue eyes, every time I see you wearing your black hoodies and tops and red jeans and your black knee-length lace up boots; I know that I will never love anyone other than you. So, please either forgive me, or leave now. I understand your choice, whichever one you make, and I will respect it with every fibre in my body.” I couldn’t look at her. I knew she could never forgive me. I couldn’t face seeing the anger and hatred again. I was weak. I knew. I turned to leave before she could tell me to go and get over her.
“Where do you think your going?” whispered a voice behind me. Stiffening, I turned to see Willow, her face stained with black, as her thick eyeliner danced downwards, being carried by the current of her tears. She smiled at me sadly, and I knew that was my cue to leave. Again, I turned, but found myself restrained by two feminine arms encircling me and holding me tightly.
“I could never hate you. I could never be hurt by you, Jake. I was just shocked. I could never do anything but love you. Don’t you know that? I mean, I would only hate you if you gave me STDs, but I don’t think that’s going to happen.”
I chuckled, and released myself from her suffocating hold. That’s just like my Willow. She will make even Death himself smile on the day of her funeral. I pulled her into a hug, and buried my face in her hair.
“Does this mean you still love me?” I whispered.
“Of course, Jake. I always have and I always will.”
I smiled and leaned towards her. “So you won’t mind me doing this then?” I moved her leather jaket off her shoulder, exposing the skin between her dress strap and her neck to me. I kissed her there, enticing a gasp from her elegant lips. “Or this?” I kissed her just underneath her earlobe. “Or this?” I kissed her forehead. “Or this?” I kissed her nose. “Or this?” I kissed each corner of her mouth. She moaned in frustration.
“Jake…” Patience, young one. Pfft. She was not patient. She never had been. I smiled evilly.
“So then, you definitely won’t mind this…” I said, moving close to her lips.
“Finally…” she whispered. I chuckled. Just as our mouths were millimetres apart, I pulled back.
“Wha-” she opened her eyes, disorientated. I took advantages of this, and gently dug my hands into her sides, wiggling them slightly. Her eyes flew wide open at this, and she wriggled, trying, and failing, to get away from me. She started laughing uncontrollably and her breathing came in gasps.
“You-” she couldn’t even speak. Continuing to tickle her, I gently lay her on the floor, and then straddled her, and bent over her writhing form. She finally summed up the strength to raise her arms and still my hands.
“You evil little prick!” She looked at me, panting, and blushing slightly – whether that was from the tickling or from our rather intimate position, I did not know. I winked at her, and then acted shocked by the insult she had just hurled my way.
“You pain me, madam!” I cried, placing a hand on my forehead and leaning backwards. Unfortunately, this movement caused friction in a certain ‘area’, which elicited a moan from both our mouths. She looked at me with a glint in her eye, which didn’t scare me, but got me curious.
I moved forwards again (avoiding friction this time, although there was definitely a lust of some sort building), and placed a hand either side of her head, supporting the weight of my body. I leaned forwards even more, and before I could trick her again, she slammed her lips against mine, and all rational thought went out of my head.
I ran my hands along her body, making her gasp. I used the opening in her mouth to ‘explore’ with my tongue. I opened my eyes a fraction, and saw her face, swamped by her beautiful hair, her eyelids closed, her eyebrows raised in happiness.
I won’t go into detail (A/N: because I don’t want to – sorry Ellie – but something cool is going to happen at the end of the chapter!!! Are you very excited, Ellie????? [1600 words baby!]) but I will say that at some point we made our way into the bedroom. The only other thing that I will share is that at somepoint, while I was in my boxers and she was in her bra and underwear, she leapt off me, found a black pen, and drew cat whiskers on both of us. I looked at her confused. She grinned as she pulled out some fluffy pink handcuffs and attached me to the bed. She leant down and whispered two word in my ear.
“Cat sex!”
***Next Morning***
“Morning sweetheart.” I grinned, looking up from the bacon I was frying. “Still sore?”
She sat down and winced. “Yes. Very yes”. I laughed and pulled a plate down from the cupboard. On it, I placed 2 strips of bacon, done exactly how she liked it, one boiled egg, in a flowery egg cup – her favourite, and two pieces of white bread, golden brown, with butter on top.
“Well, this should help!” I winked at her, seeing her eyes widen at all the food. She blinked a few times, her mouth flapping open and shut, and the eyes me suspiciously.
“What are you up to, Jake Lucas?” I grinned, rolling my eyes.
“Why, nothing, Miss Jones.” Secretly, I was slightly worried. I had got something planned, and I was worried that she had found out before I was ready.
I sat down with just an egg and two pieces of toast (burnt, of course, with peanut butter, mmmmm) and tucked in. It tasted like heaven on a plate. I saw Willow tuck in as well, her eyes widening as she tasted the food, her eyebrows raising as she swallowed.
“I didn’t know you could cook that well!” she cried. I shrugged.
“I learned from my dad.” She nodded. I saw my chance and I seized it.
I stood and walked towards her, watching as she turned to me, confused. I knelt on one knee infront of her, and her eyes flew open and her hands flew to her mouth as she realised what I was going to say. I reached into my pocket and produced a ring. I had spent a lot of money on it, meaning to give it to her the last time we met, but I had not had the chance. The ring was pure silver, with two leaves that met each other across the front. In the very middle, there was a flower, and the inside was a small French Blue Diamond. I looked at her, meeting her wide eyes.
“Willow Dies-Irae Jones, will you marry me?”
She nodded, speechless. I smiled, tugged at her hand, and gently slid the ring on her ring finger.
She leapt at me and wrapped her arms around me tightly, choking with laughter and tears.
***
Well well well. What do you think of that then? Unfortunately, there will be no more Jake D: as I want to get Dadam going! 😉 Dadam. Get it?! Hahahahahaha awh man my friend Dizzy came up with that one.
Question: Should I write a sequel (coz I think I might) called A Month in the Life of Jake Lucas? I want to so…. watcha think?
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