Hi there. This is my new fanfiction based on Jay and Abi because they are an amazing, unique couple. Recently, Abi has been acting a little out of character but I understand where she is coming from. She is sick of all the fights, affairs and disagreements that she has been through in her short lifetime. In my story, it is a little different from the actual soap because I wanted to try something new and different. In 'You're still the one who makes your heart leap', Jay is nineteen and Abi is eighteen, Ben murdered Heather when he was fourteen and spent four years in prison. When I was doing a little background research of Jay and Abi as well as their families, I discovered that Tanya's middle name is Lauren, Abi was ran over when she was younger by Dean and Jay's father's name is Jason Dyer (Jase for short) but Jay decided to take his mother's surname. I hope that you like this story and don't forget to leave a review. Good or bad. I don't really mind!
The naked winter trees line the street. There was blustery, chilling subzero winds that bit a lot of her skin. The crystalline crunch of fresh snow that erased her footprints and set the world anew once more. The path glistens like a white quartz, yet ice cystals on weary concrete is all it is. Our breaths were rising in visible puffs. The bleak grey could overhead reflected perfectly her dark heart and her mood inside. Those short days, these long nights, the dampness that crept into her weary bones and made her ache for summer and sunshine again. The bitter cold seeps through her wollen mittens, numbing her fingers until they made her feel thick and stiff unable to handle the zipper on her winter coat. As she glanced at the milky moon, it looked like an ornament hung in the midnight sky. The snowflakes dance and prance in the cold air. You could feel the air being heavy as your lungs were filled with sharp cold and frost each time you breathed in. The bleak grey clouds overhead reflected her gloomy mood perfectly.
The wind bites her face with a ferocity unusual in nature. Bitter and sharp, the raw air flies towards her, eager to suk every remaining drop of heat from her stone cold body. Her face stings and her eyes flood with hot tears as the relentless gusts wash over her. Through the blurriness, she watched the moon hung from the sky liflessly, as if exhauusted from fighting the thick clouds all night. A dense darkness falls on the world, suffocating it on the point of unbreakable silence.
Winter was a wonderland. But nothing seemed to cheer up this heartbroken eighteen year old teenager. She missed the times that her and her beloved would huddle out of the gusty winter wind into the nearby cafe for their coffees to warm them up. Inside, it was toasty warm and they would sip and gossip, glancing out of the window at the hazy fog, glad that they were in the warm dreading the moment they were forced to leave. Even in her cozy winter coat that was her mother's, the cold air penetrates right into her skin and every breath that she takes gives heat in visible puffs and draws the icy freezing air into her lungs, refrigeration from inside. She used to love winter especially the hot chocolate with marshmallows melting into the whipped cream, snuggling up with her family on the sofa with the candles burning, blankets draped over me and Lauren and the happiness that it would bring to Mom and Dad. But that was nothing by a beloved memory and this is reality.
Reality sucked.
The reality was that she couldn't find her true love, her soulmate, her magic man. The one person who could turn her legs to jelly with a single world. Since Abi was a seven and a half, she wondered if she would find 'the one'. That person who would protect her from danger. Be her knight shinning armour and make her his damsel in distress. The only person that truly understood her. The only person that could read her like a book. In her dreams, she was Cinderella and her prince was tall, handsome and mysterious with a secret love for poetry, basketball, his Mum and Anne Hathway Movies! Every chance that he got, he would wisk her away to romantic gateways like Paris. He would kiss her passionately until their lips get swollen. Appreciate her with a bunch of roses and tell her that they didn't compare to her beauty. Make her heart melt with some cheesy romantic rubbish. That he wants to lie by her side every night for the rest of her life. Have a sexy, foreign accent. Amazing, boyish fashion sense. Plays a sexy instrument like the acoustic guitar. Have the same taste in food as her. Care more about passion than common sense, publicly fights anyone who dares come between them. After a massive fight, they would have make-up sex all night. He is spontaneous. He would defend her with his life even if the odds were insurmountable.
He will comfort her in the difficult and painful times. He will dance and rejoice with her when times were good. He will never betray her, never give up on her. Never look at anyone for more like a second. Forgive you when you are wrong. Be hers for eternity and never abandon you. He will never put her in danger no matter how noble the cause may be. He will want to protect the Earth, protect humanity, being kind to animals but demand his life to save her own. But that wasn't the case for Abigail Branning.
Crying is how she understands herself best. When she cries, she knows who she really is. She cries when others hurt as well as herself. She cries at the brutal reality and stupid soft love movies. Abi believed that it was her strength and her weakness. Her eyes were tear-stained, puffy eyed and bleary. Her nose was running and she was distraught. All her tears- silent, dry racking, great heaving sobs that rolled down her puffy cheeks. Her seemingly endless flow of tears. It only begins in the same way. A feeling in her chest and a sadness in her brain then the leaking water is the only blessed release. It is the only way that her body chooses to cope with her heartbreak. As she cried, she knew that her face resembled a withered crabapple. Ben used to described crying as an emotional release, he wasn't exactly ashamed to somewhat cry in front of his cellmates, calling it a healthy way to deal with sadness, misery and heartbreak in our hearts.
Abi couldn't stand the amount of betrayal that was swirling in her chest. It wasn't entirely heartbreak. Even though she did break up with Ben. It was guilt. She felt like she pushed Ben into a relationship when he wasn't ready and he was still have concerns about his sexuality. Ben was so determined to prove that he was a real man to his father or what Phil Mitchell sees as a man or a worthy Mitchell. Christmas. Yesterday, Abi couldn't stand being away from Ben a second longer and took the fastest flight back home wanting to suprise him and give him a pre-Christmas present. Ahh, Christmas. The season to be jolly. But every single Christmas she had with the Brannings had ended in diaster and she had grown used to it.
Affairs, lies, secret illnesses. The list could go on and on. But Abi thought that this year was going to be different mainly because she was going to spend the day with his family instead of hers. When they first began dating, Abi was petrified of meeting them and being introduced as his girlfriend but they all warmed up to her especially Sharon and surprisingly Phil who was happy to see Ben with a girl. Abi didn't consider herself as a Branning didn't consider herself a Branning anymore. All she wanted was to become a Mitchell. She already considered herself to be one and would do anything to impress Phil.
Abi walked into the Vic half expecting Ben to have a pint of beer near his lips making carefree, easy jokes with Jay but there was no sign of him. After Jay gave his approval for them to start dating (not that she needed it from him of all people), they treated their relationship as fragile, weak and delicate but after they spent the night alone together in the Arches that his family owned, she felt that the walls that she put on to protect herself after Jay broke up with her came tumbling down. His best features was his mischievous eyes hidden by those glasses, his boyish dress sense and his hair that always seemed to look perfect. She thought that he must be working late at the Arches and must have forgotten their date so she quickly rushed home back to the Mitchells to get dressed into a sexy Santa outfit.
Abi immediately went to the Arches in an sexy Santa's outfit looking drop down gorgeous from head to toe ready and willing for Ben to rip the outfit off her body. It wasn't exactly Christmas but she wanted an excuse to be close to him. Hell, she would have sex with him every single day if he wanted her to.
