What am I even writing anymore? xD
Written from a prompt from otpprompts on Tumblr.
Jerome Clarke sipped from his coffee and flipped to the next page of his thriller. He sat in the Anubis House dining room. The house was empty, as far as he knew, until the front door opened and Mara Jaffray walked into the common room. He didn't look up from his book, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw her walking toward him. She slipped out of her jacket and draped it over the chair across from him, sitting down.
He looked up at her and smiled. "Morning, Jaffray."
"Good morning." She replied.
He looked back down at his book but he didn't get very far in the sentence he was reading before she spoke to him again,
"Do you love me?"
Jerome smirked, looking off into the distance as if he was pondering the question. He met her brown eyes and pursed his lips, shaking his head. "No."
She tried to hide her disappointment and reached into her purse, pulling out her wallet. She removed a crisp twenty pound note and slid it toward him.
His eyes followed the money.
"Now do you love me?" she asked.
Jerome chuckled, folding his arms over the table and abandoning his novel. "Twenty pounds? Are you kidding me?"
She shrugged her small shoulders.
"You can't buy my love with twenty pounds." He scoffed, dragging a hand through his blond hair. "It has to be at least five-hundred-thousand. Preferably more."
Mara sighed and nodded in understanding. "Well, I guess I'll have to save my money for a while."
She stood up and swiped the money off the table, leaving the room. Jerome watched his girlfriend leave with an amused expression.
After supper, when the rest of the house occupants had disappeared to do their own things, Jerome saw Mara walk into the room. He bookmarked his novel page and arched an eyebrow at her. She smiled at him beautifully and pushed a strand of her dark brown hair behind her ear. She slid her purse off her shoulder and turned it over above the table. Monopoly money flittered down onto the wood and Jerome grinned.
She bit her bottom lip, awaiting his response.
He shrugged a shoulder. "That'll do."
Seriously though, what am I even writing anymore?
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"Lonely among the dust and fog. Hungry for what the scriptures taught. Angry at all the love that's lost. Ready to heal our battle scars! Our holy war...this is one last victory call!" -Victory Call, Black Veil Brides
-Rachel