Hmm. Ok, y'all! I couldn't help it any longer,I had to make a JN songfic. I was looking into the idea of doing a chaptered one.. but let's just see how this chappie goes, eh? I really hope you all like it. It uses the song "Why Don't You Kiss Her?" By Jessis McCartney (which, of course, I do not own, and am using for non-profit fun)
Please, please review!
Discliamer: As we aquire more knowledge, thing do not become more comprehensible, but more mysterious. - Albert Schweitzer
Knock, Knock
Jimmy looked up at the knock on the door. Rising from his spot on the floor in front of the couch, he walked over to answer.
"Hey. Ready to get going?" She said, nodding down to her books. Her smile was warm and familiar.
"Of course." He smiled in response, and she followed him into the room. Sitting down, they got out their books and other school gear.
"What have you got to work on?" Jimmy asked, browsing through his own work.
"Well, actually, I've been doing fine, just need you to review my math term paper."
"Algebra theorem?"
"Yep. How about you?"
He made a face. "For some unknown reason, my Advanced French teacher insists on a report not only classifying, but also reviewing the French fashion industry. The problem is, I had to come up with an actual fashion design of my own…"
She smiled, teasing smile on her face. "Well, at least you have some kind of weakness."
He smiled in return.
"Otherwise," She continued, "this would be tutoring session, not a study session, and that would just be weird."
He raised an eyebrow, duplicating her teasing look. "You're just jealous."
"Of what? The intelligence locked away behind that-" She tapped his head with a finger, laughing. "-ice cream swirl- chocolate-flavored hair?"
He chuckled a bit, hoping she didn't notice as he looked away quickly.
He still hadn't gotten used to this new feeling. "I-" He started, having to clear his throat before starting again, "I'll have you know this is the latest look."
"I hope you don't think it's the latest look in France, Jim, or your grade may be beyond my help."
He laughed, and they got to work. As he quickly read over the equations, he glanced over at her, intently pouring over his drawings. Her blonde hair, which she had allowed to grow out after high school, was falling over her shoulder as she leaned forward to make a correction. He smiled again to himself. A couple of years ago, he would have never admitted to her he needed help, much less let her help.
And he doubted she would have, anyway.
It was strange, all the years they had spent fighting. Even in high school, there had been quite a few squabbles between them. But, maturity had taken it's toll, and slowly the fighting turned into banter, a witty snap now and then from a good friend.
Good friends. That's what they were, he reminded himself. Collage mates, even though he was a year ahead of her, in more advanced classes.
In all honesty, he could have gotten along fine without her help, most of the time, but ever since switching classes from Law to French, he had found more use for her help.
He was glad. Collage was a bit lonely, or, would have been, without her. Even Holo-chat with Carl and Sheen couldn't help the fact that he wasn't the most popular person at Sci-U.
Of course, being friends with Cindy helped his social status a bit, especially with the guys. But there was nothing like the old gang.
So, although he made excuses to use her help in studying, the truth was, he needed her more than either of them knew. Of course, his realization of this particular fact had come very slowly. Over the last few years, he had started to see her in a new light. Seeing her going out with other guys, hanging with her other friends, he realized, finally, that she was a woman, different from who she used to be in all but the most important ways.
Her bulldog determination, her sense of humor, her stinging wit and insatiable intellect, all had stayed with her, and grown better over time.
And Jimmy had noticed. More and more, he found himself admiring her. Not just her beauty, since most of the other guys in the collage, and even around town, had taken it upon themselves to point out that particular trait to her, (mostly in loud, and/or embarrassing pick up lines) but her inner qualities. Who she was, who she had always been.
She caught him looking at her, and he jumped into a quick comment. "Er- your secondary equations need work on page three. Got a pen?"
She nodded, all seriousness, and handed him a pen. "You did really well, Jimmy. Only needs a few corrections, mostly color. And, you might want to dress it up a bit…frill is in."
"Frill?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hey," She replied with a shrug, "I don't make the rules."
"Do you like that look?"
"Why?"
"…Scientific curiosity?"
She laughed. "You still confuse me, Neutron. But, no, actually, I always thought it was a little much."
"Well, let's keep it simple, then."
She wrinkled her brow a bit. "But, in France-"
He looked at her, convinced. "The paper is supposed to be innovation, as well as following the rules. I like it, you like it, so…let's forget the French and their frilly junk. I trust your judgment."
She paused, in thought, then nodded. "Frill-less it is." She leaned back over her work, penciling in areas that needed work, grimacing at some pages, and nodding in approval at some.
Jimmy marked pages here or there, sneaking peeks at her now and then. He wished he could figure out what he was feeling, much less tell her.
He had heard love songs, seen movies, heard talk, of course. He always hated the seeming insensibleness of it all. Claiming to be in love at first sight, then breaking up a week later…and repeating it over and over again. He had always wondered if maybe love was only the brain trying to rationalize reactions to hormone rushes.
But now he was starting to wonder…maybe there was something to it, after all. Not the fleeting, love-at-first-sight, hanging-all-over-each-other puppy love that most people around him seemed to enjoy. No, he wondered if it was really possible for two people to commit to spend a whole lifetime falling in love. Learning, growing closer over time, finally reaching that elusive happiness he knew his parents had.
And…maybe…just, maybe…could he fall in love with Vortex?
That little girl who berated him, the teenager who avoided him…the collage woman who had become…well, a best friend to him.
Suddenly, he recalled a song Libby had sent him in a gag CD of pop songs. Despite himself, the words played in his head, as if they were written just for him.
We're the best of friends
And we share our secrets
She knows everything
That is on my mind
He smiled at the thought of the way they used to argue. She was the only one, growing up, that could match him in wit, blow for blow. And now that they had started using their intellect together instead of against each other, they were an almost unstoppable force.
Ooh
But lately something's changed
He sighed softly, thinking again of the way his heart leapt whenever they touched; lately, even when she walked into the room, he felt nervous, self-conscious. And when she smiled t him…wow. That sweet-and-sour smile could melt him. When she laughed at his jokes, when she smiled at his witty reply, he felt like a million bucks. He had made her happy, and that, it seemed, was all he needed.
As I lie awake in my bed
A voice here inside my head
Softly says
Why don't you kiss her?
He found himself staring at her again, chewing on a pencil in thought. Could it ever be that simple?
Why don't you tell her?
Why don't you let her see
The feelings that you hide
Cus' she'll never know
If you never show
The way you feel inside
How long could he go on feeling this way without her knowing, if she didn't already? Could he really live life without finding out the answer to "What if?"
Oh, I'm so afraid
To make that first move
Just a touch and we
Could cross the line
He looked back at his notes once more. All those times they had shared any kind of a moment, when they were young, something always interrupted or stopped them. Did she even remember? Did she…ever think of his as more than a friend?
Every time she's near,
I want to never let her go
The best of her,
What my heart knows
Hold her close
He wondered what it would be like to hold her. To be committed to a relationship. He thought again about his parents. They truly loved each other. He realized how much he wanted that for his future. A companion, someone to talk to, to just be with. Someone he could spend his life getting to know…trying to make her happy. Could he ever take the chance to try?
Why don't you kiss her?
Why don't you tell her?
Why don't you let her see
The feelings that you hide
Cus' she'll never know
If you never show
The way you feel inside
He remembered the old Cindy, the one that hated him all those years. Although he could never remember why, he really had disliked her from the get-go as well. But now things were so different…
What would she say
I wonder
Would she just turn away
Or would she promise me
That she's here to stay
It hurts me to wait
He tried to imagine confessing his feelings to her. How would she react? He could see her, in his mind, scoffing at him, laughing. Or, perhaps, the dreaded "let's just be friends"….or….
He let his imagination get the better of him. The look on her face as she smiled, slipping a hand into his, and telling him she felt the same way.
I keep askin' myself
Why don't you kiss her? (Tell her you love her)
Why don't you tell her? (Tell her you need her)
Why don't you let her see
The feelings that you hide?
Cus' she'll never know
If you never show
The way you feel inside
Why don't you kiss her?
Was he only kidding himself? He could only wonder.
K, y'all..continue or not? Yea or nay? Lemme know! Reviews, requests, comments, critiques, and flames are welcomed!
I'm serious about the requests, too. Let me know if you have a song you would like to see as a songfic (Or want to challange me to use as a songfic), and I'll see what I can do. (NO songs with swearing, or otherwise inapropriate material for young ppl, will be accepted. I want everyone to enjoy my fics!Thank you!)