Jeanette
Working at the library in the center of town not only meant that she had to get up at 6 a.m. just to switch the 'Close' sign so it said 'Open', but it meant that she had to stand behind a counter for at least nine hours –– not counting break time –– just in case someone visits. But from the one year she's been working here, Tea Leaves and Stories had been completely deserted from any customers. It would take almost a miracle to bring someone inside this ancient building for at least fifteen minutes.
It wasn't always like this; as Jeanette recalled, this bookstore was actually popular back in the 1800s. People have only lost interest in it after World War II, where it began to fall apart and soon became what it is today. Nobody would step inside the building, what with their new, fancy gadgets and phones with the ability to read books online. It felt like to Jeanette that she was the only person who still cared for real, paper or hardcover books. She wasn't the least interested in the electronics everyone carries around.
Besides the lonely, dusty atmosphere, Jeanette didn't mind drinking free, complimentary green tea in the tea section (which was luckily available for employees as well as customers). And since there were no customers to serve, at some point the female chipmunk could just sit back and enjoy a cup of tea while reading a copy of John Green's The Fault in Our Stars. Other than that, the most important reason was that this was her only solid job that paid her enough to keep her small room in Jack's Apartments. It astoundingly gave her a fat check that covered electronics (the fridge, lights, etc. only; she wasn't into flat screened TVs and whatnot), food, water, and garbage.
Each day was like the next: Enter, switch the 'Close' sign, stand behind the counter, read and drink tea, leave. Saturday evening, though, about a half hour before closing time, a distant ring made her ears and head perk up from behind the blue cover of a book. After setting The Fault in Our Stars down on the table nearby, the inquiring chipmunk heads towards the front of the building. Her eyes land on the unlocked door that leads into Tea Leaves and Stories, which was wide open and blowing in the wind. A customer, she considers, at this time?
Jeanette glances around the room in search for another person, failing to spot someone even after roaming around. Was it just the wind? That was one possibility; her forgetful mind can sometimes leave the door not fully closed. But to her mistake, just as she turns around, another body crashes into hers and causes her to stagger backwards. Jeanette would have tripped and fallen to the ground for the hundredth time if a hand hadn't reached out to grab hers.
It took her a while to blink. Her body was forcefully pulled back up from the near touching of the floor, and her eyes soon met another.
"I'm so sorry." The voice that sounded was half high-pitched, half normal, signaling Jeanette that the unknown person was a chipmunk. The next thought that landed in her mind soon replaced everything that mattered around her. The person –– a male from the deeper voice –– has his blue beryl orbs locked on the purple clad. To say that she was surprised was an understatement, for the attraction in the guy's face was obvious, but to her, it was like she was under a trance.
"Miss?"
The sound triggers her mind to return to Earth. "H-Huh?"
"I asked if you were okay."
"Oh…I–" Jeanette awkwardly stops from her uneven voice. She clears her throat. "I'm fine."
"My name's Simon," the guy –– Simon –– states.
"I'm Jeanette," the brunette answers, fixing her lilac glasses that had been crooked from the almost-fall.
The staring contest continued once again after she got lost in his eyes. From the corners of her eyes, Jeanette could see a circular, black frame that was a result in glasses, just like her. His hair was a deep fudge color that was brushed to the side, the end slightly pointing upwards. Simon sported a light cerulean, collared shirt and brown khaki pants that were supported by a belt.
Wait, Jeanette abruptly thinks. Blue eyes, dark brown hair, glasses, a chipmunk? She hadn't realized it before, but the Simon's formal appearance activated a notion in her. She suddenly apprehended who this person was. Her mouth lost its moistness, drying up just as her words did. The brunette just couldn't believe she hadn't recognized this person at all. If only she wasn't a fan of a member of the biggest boy band in the world; then it would seem like Simon was an ordinary guy that didn't turn her speechless.
"S-Simon Seville," Jeanette anxiously asks, "fr-from the Chipmunks?"
By her one sentence, she had changed Simon's emotion, causing his eyes to widen in shock. He was slightly stiffening in anxiety. "P-Please don't fangirl," he rapidly says. "My brothers and I are on break, and I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I wasn't planning on seeing another fan for a long time. We thought this was a small town that held not too much fans and it also seemed like the perfect place away from the cameras, and just–"
"Simon, Simon," Jeanette ends his rambling. "It-It's okay. I won't…um, fangirl over you." She was a little confused about the word he had chosen to define thrilled girls sharing their excitement. Jeanette could almost understand what he meant; being in, literally, the world's biggest band was a fat stamp to the head that said FAMOUS. She even saw on her local coffee shop's television Simon and his brothers being mobbed by hundreds of screaming girls.
"Oh…well, my apologies. I guess I'm just used to people all over the place screaming my name and asking for autographs and such."
"It's alright." Right as she accepted Simon's apology, the vintage grandfather clock in the bookstore chimes, indicating the end of her shift. Has it been thirty minutes, already?
"Are you closing, now? I saw the sign outside, but I wasn't sure if it meant the weekdays or not." Simon begins to amble around her, mostly to the ten foot bookcases, eyeing each hard-covered book cautiously. "I forgot; I have to get back to my hotel soon, but I stopped by here to grab a quick story."
"Oh, t-that's fine. I don't mind staying for a while. Take as long as you want."
"You sure your boss won't mind?"
"It's okay."
Simon shoots her with a half crooked smile.
…..
For the past week, Jeanette has been replaying that one Saturday all through her head. Did I really meet Simon Seville? She wouldn't have ever considered in her life that she, a typical, twenty-year-old town girl, would bump into someone as legendary as Simon. After she locked up Tea Leaves and Stories, her fingers did actually softly pinch her skin, waiting for the dream to end. But it didn't, so she was positive what happened was real.
Her eldest sister, Brittany, endlessly blabbered to her on the phone once she dialed Jeanette from her college dorm room (Jeanette had spoken to her younger sister, Eleanor, first, but somehow Brittany got the news). All Brittany would ever chatter about over the phone was not Simon at all, for she was the least interested in him, but about his older brother Alvin Seville. Though she had denied it countless times, Jeanette and Eleanor knew that she was in love with the hot, sensational chipmunk.
"Jeanette, why didn't you ask for an autograph?!" Brittany had yelled through the cell phone. "You should've asked for a picture and sent it to me! I could've been more popular than I ever was!"
Jeanette had then hung up because she was finishing up tidying her apartment.
Even though the same routine applies everyday of her life (not counting Sunday, where the library was closed), what happened between Simon and her almost seemed to brighten up each thing she did; whether it was dusting off bookcases or making herself tea or even watching children play through the window. A smile appeared on her lips at the thought of him. The idea still lingered in her mind one soothing, Sunday afternoon.
Frosty, December breezes nips at her oversized sweater and sends her dark violet scarf flying frantically. The unopened parts of her neck left from the moving scarf were being hit by the wind, making the chipmunk shiver. But instead of picking up her speed, Jeanette remains at her slow pace, strolling around even at forty-five degrees Fahrenheit. Her nose was too busy digging inside the copy of The Fault in Our Stars, furiously reading paragraph by paragraph.
Her eyes only somehow tear away from the book when she was a few feet away from a closed, music store. Inside the glass of a window, the twenty-year-old could see a fresh, new bass guitar standing on supporters. Jeanette could easily admit she was fascinated by the instrument, only half because Simon often plays it. The other half would be because from her faintest memory; Jeanette's chipmunk parents used to play soothing melodies to her when she was very young. Ever since, she longed to become skilled at playing a simple-looking guitar.
She never got the chance. At one time in her life, she had attempted using the guitar for fun at a picnic, but the result was peoples' ears bleeding and one of the strings snapping. Time didn't give her a lot of tries to practice since she was into reading and or interesting parts in scientific gestures. If only I could–
"Great piece, right?" The familiar voice startles Jeanette. As if by some crazy miracle, the rock star she was thinking of stood to her left, gazing at the amazing acoustic guitar as she did.
"Oh, um, y-yeah, it is."
"I have one exactly like that, but this one is the new version, two-point-zero…" Simon continues on twittering about everything there is to know about bass guitars. Jeanette had begun with all ears about his speech, but at some point she was dragged back to his beautiful facial features. If only I could play, She thinks.
"I can teach you, you know?"
"W-What?" The brunette was puzzled at how Simon was able to read her mind. Did I say that out loud?
He chuckles, "Yeah, you did."
Jeanette smiles feeling foolish that she spoke her mind for the millionth time.
He then added, "I'm serious though. About the, um, guitar lessons."
She was left in the state of surprise. Simon Seville, teach her how to play guitar? Of course, when she was a young child she had expected her father to show her the skills of mastering the instrument, but never in her life would she look ahead to Simon doing it. Her first thought that runs to her mind was a denied answer. Simon was on a vacation, for crying out loud. A vacation as in getting away from the media and just relaxing like any ordinary person would.
Jeanette would never want him to just waste his luxurious time teaching her plain lessons; that would be intrudingly rude. "Oh no, no," she immediately declined, "It's okay. You don't have too."
"Do you not want me too?" Simon raises an eyebrow. For some reason, it seems that his face tilted toward hers.
"N-No, no, that's not w-what I meant. What I meant was that, um, I-I just…" She stops herself from continuing the unexpected stammering in front of a celebrity. Jeanette hadn't known how quickly she would turn anxious by his face just being a few feet close to hers. By instinct –– Jeanette didn't know why ––, her body takes one big step backwards so they weren't so adjacent. The glasses girl didn't mean to step away from him, but for an unknown reason her body wanted personal space.
"I'm kidding. I'm cool if you don't want to," he gives her the same half-crooked smile as before. "See you, Jeanette."
Jeanette blinks. He remembered my name. Sure she hasn't made new friends in this town (or any friends), but most of the times when she greets new people, they always forget her name every time. And this was Simon; Jeanette would think famous people wouldn't remember names of people they met a week ago. She was now having second thoughts of saying "No" to the lessons. Brittany's voice was already screaming in her mind. Tell him you want lessons! C'mon, this is a once in a life opportunity! He is Simon Seville, your favorite member from The Chipmunks?
By this point, as Brittany's voice was still shouting in her head, Jeanette was sprinting to Simon just before he turns to the next block. "W-Wait, Simon!"
He turns his head towards her right as she stops next to him. "Oh hey, you decided to take those lessons?"
"Er…yeah."
"Cool. I promise you I'll be the best teacher you've ever had."
"Promise?" Jeanette makes sure.
"Promise," Simon assures. "Okay, so when do you get off work?"
"Today. Well, every Sunday that is."
"That's good; we can start your lessons early."
"Wh-What?"
"You can come over at our hotel." Simon beckons her to follow. Jeanette was about to decline an amazing opportunity again –– she would've insisted to start the lessons at her apartment ––, but Simon softly took her hand and guided her to the fancy hotel. Though they had just met a week ago, Jeanette didn't mind as much as she would've a complete stranger. She remembers Hazel Lancaster from The Fault in Our Stars exaggerating to Augustus Waters, "You could be an ax murderer."
Simon didn't seem like an ax murderer, anyways.
…..
About two weeks have gone by, and the time spun by faster than Jeanette could ever imagine. An ordinary acoustic guitar didn't seem like a complicated instrument to her anymore, but now a striking, very simple sounding thing that enhanced her self esteem when playing. She rewound back to the times someone had offered her a magnificent chance of some sort from a talent that they saw in her, or when people had complimented her, where she would widen her eyes and turn on her shyness and politely say, "Oh, oh n-no. I-I'm not that good…I barely really know how t-…to…um." and so on.
Ever since the lessons have started, there was a change in her, a good change. Jeanette could easily take a compliment from others –– mostly from Simon's family, who she really ever communicated with –– without giving off an insecure tone. To top it off, she had unknowingly grown used to Simon, not viewing him as the oh-so-famous member of a band, but something casual, like the brother she never had. It was evident that Simon was just as comfortable to her as she was him, too.
But then her mind skipped back to the present (embarrassed that she had drafted off to her dreamer world), where Simon was instructing something about advanced chords in the guitar.
"––watch it carefully," the chipmunk states. "Okay, give it a try."
"Wait, w-what?" Jeanette was highly alert, not having a clue about the thing Simon was talking about.
"Play it; I'm sure it isn't too advanced as I explained it to be, but you get the picture."
"Erm…" The confused brunette trails off, going along with a random procedure that might have fitted Simon's order.
"That's good, that's good. Nice job."
Jeanette mentally gives a sigh of relief, punishing herself for paying no attention to her new 'teacher.' After a few more practices, Simon presents her 'homework' for the day, invited her to stay for dinner in the hotel (which she gladly accepted), and waved to her goodbye once night had fallen. Back at the apartment, Jeanette couldn't pry herself away from her novel as she completed the 'homework.' I can just take a break…
As she was starting to get into the latest chapter of the novel, someone rapped on the door, interrupting the climax of the story. Puzzled since rarely anyone comes over, Jeanette walks over to the front door, unlocks it, and is greeted by the too familiar face from earlier.
"Simon?"
"Hey," the blue clad addresses. "I just came by to tell you..., you forgot your jacket. Well, a-and your phone. It-It was inside the jacket, so…"
Jeanette grins at the sudden awkwardness Simon had developed. It was somehow, in a friendly way, cute. "Oh, th-thank you." She takes her jacket along with her phone. "Well...goodnight."
"W-Wait!" Simon's tough shoe prevents the door from closing. "I don't know if you're busy tomorrow or something, but…um, w-would you like to go out for lunch? A-Are you free?"
The interrogation solidified the girl with the glasses, stiffening her up and robbing her of breath. Her grip on the jacket hardened, the same being with the phone, as her brain slowly processes the offer being thrown directly at her face. The miniature Brittany living in half of her conscious screams, "DO IT! DO IT! HE'S ASKING YOU ON A DATE!" Then, the small Eleanor on the other half calmly says, "It is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Say yes, but don't fangirl. Be cautious; this is a celebrity we're talking about."
"Um, Jeanette?"
"Uh…" The drought that took over Jeanette's mouth only made her give off a scratchy word.
"I-I'm not forcing you or anything, I mean, it's-…it's your choice." Jeanette catches his expression drop, posture lowering with the head. She was quickly thrown away from the state of being surprised, giving out unintended stammering.
"No, i-it-it's com-completely fine…"
A few seconds pass.
"So…?"
"Oh, um, y-yeah, yeah! I'dlovetogoouttomorrow," Jeanette speaks fast, squishing the words as though it would get the acceptance over with.
Simon's eyes brighten up, posture regaining its straightness, and he responds, "Really? That's great, that's great! Um, I-I mean, cool." He chuckles at nothing in particular for a brief second. "I'll pick you up around twelve."
The goodbyes were short and quick, making her stare at a blank wall as if she were talking to an imaginary friend. "Whoa," she murmurs to herself, to her conscious. Jeanette had just agreed on going on a date with Simon Seville. No, her mind quickly argues. It isn't a date; just a friendly lunch with your friend.
Friend.
The word for someone you know well enough to be buddies was too foreign for the girl, a word too cloudy to be brought up again. She couldn't even bring up the last time someone like her would have a…friend. Although many acquaintances accompanied her through school and college, Jeanette thought that counting those as a 'friend' was too…too weird for her taste. Ones who decided to stay with a coy nerd like her were more like affable classmates, and most of her free time was spent studying or reading, not hanging out with people.
Though to her, it was a warm feeling that tingled inside to have Simon as a friend. She had now shut the door to her apartment, sighing happily into her hands and melting down to the wooden floorboards. And in her ears, which could pick up the faintest sounds, she could perceive the voice of Simon saying, "Yes!" as he exited the building.
…..
"Really?" Simon laughs. "I graduated college in three years, too!"
"Amazing," Jeanette agrees. The two enthusiastic chipmunks buzzed on about their similar ideas and opinions on science, high-intelligence-related subjects, and mostly their siblings (Jeanette not so much; she didn't want to insult Brittany).
"I mean, Alvin can a bit of an imbecile, but he's still my brother, and I love him."
"Y-Yeah, I guess, and Brittany can sometimes be a bit…stubborn, maybe. But she's still my sister, and I love her." Jeanette picks a moderate amount of salad and chews on it, listening carefully as Simon continues the conversation since she wasn't the type who talked much.
The lunchtime out was going excellently perfect, Jeanette thinks it was a miracle. Simon had countless things in common with her; something she couldn't believe when she heard it. Simon turned out to be the best friend she never had after all: entertaining her with some jokes –– which turned out incredibly bad, but she laughed anyways ––, giving her the best time of her life, even paying attention to her, something her acquaintances in school had forgotten to do.
And when the check had come, Simon, being the complete gentlemen he is, paid for everything. "Really," he insisted when Jeanette whined on wanting to pay, "it's okay. I have a lot of money anyway, and you're a guest."
Jeanette was eager on the latest conversation Simon had started as they headed for the front doors of the restaurant. Instead of the expected fresh breeze and the beam of sunlight when they stepped out, Jeanette and Simon had flashes of white light being thrown at them. Almost more than twenty people, young adults and old, were holding large, sophisticated cameras with blinding flashes as they stole hundreds of photos of the two.
"Simon, Simon!" one of the people of the crowd calls out. "Are you and the rest on a secret vacation?" More questions were rapidly flying around the air, and Jeanette notices how agitated Simon begins to get.
"Has Alvin slept with more than ten different girls?"
"When's the next music video going to be released?"
"Is it a rumor that your adoptive father is in rehab?"
"Is Theodore going on a diet?"
"How fat has Theodore gotten?"
Jeanette's eyebrows drop with the frown settling on her face. How could these people be giving Simon rude questions about his family? Still, she trails behind Simon cautiously, avoiding any questions that were given to her. For a moment, everything seems alright; Jeanette and Simon were cautiously avoided the crowding sea of people who were growing numerously by the second. Jeanette had hope that the paparazzi were ignoring her purposely, having no interest in her whatsoever.
But then, it looked as if the group was crowding around her.
Simon's grip tightens around her tiny hand as she was bombarded by shouts of hurtful and irrelevant questions.
"Who is this girl?"
"Is she your new boyfriend?"
"Is it Alvin's new hookup?"
"Is this girl supposed to be ugly?"
"What is wrong with her hair?"
Jeanette's mind was filling up with her insecure thoughts, crumbling her self esteem and crushing it like a cake. The interrogations turn into hurtful ones and those changes into insulting comments. Her eyes began to fill up with water, each comment of her stinging like a severe mosquito bite. Wow, she's hideous, how could Simon possibly be around her? Ha, look guys! We've found a muffin top. Gross, look at how thin that twig is; you can see her bones!
Suddenly, extremely injured from the lambaste and some tears staining her clothes, Jeanette's hand slips out of Simon's, leaving her to be surrounded by the monsters calling insult by insult to her back. Oh no, Jeanette thinks. No, No, No! Where is he? Simon's face or black spectacles were nowhere; everywhere her head turns an unfamiliar face of a paparazzi protrudes her personal space. She soon halts searching, silently whimpering, "Simon?" to no answer. The swarm was now larger than before with no space for Jeanette, and this alerted her senses.
"No, not now, please not now," she murmurs to herself, pleading that she wouldn't go into a breakdown. The people grow into thick walls, closing her in and capturing the oxygen from her lungs. Jeanette was in complete peril as her claustrophobia kicks in; accompanied by the pain she was feeling from the criticism. Her eyes scan for Simon once more, the calling of his name growing fainter, and still there is nothing.
"Guys! Guys!" one of the males shouts. "Look at that! I think she's starting to cry!"
And her lips were bitten harshly, trying her best to stop the water running down. Calm down, calm down. Come on, please calm down.
"JEANETTE!"
Simon. It was Simon. Her breathing begins to return to a normal speed, and Jeanette finally looks up. Another blunder; just as her eyes spotted what looked like his brown hair, her glasses failed to reflect a light. One of the cameras had flashed directly to her eyes –– her lenses of the glasses –– and her eyesight went to a bright white. Being temporarily blind with only a few shots of colors every minute was horrible.
"JEANETTE!"
There it was again, only she couldn't see. And with more and more bodies shoving her around, she was near the level of breaking down. Just as her claustrophobia got to her, a warm hand take hers, forcefully yanking her out of the terrible crowd. Simon, of course, was the one that leads Jeanette to the blue-gray Range Rover his family owned, immediately ordering the driver to take them home stat. by home, Simon meant his hotel, and even though Jeanette had mumbled to go back to her job, Simon rejected it and told her he would talk to her boss.
"A-Are you…okay?" he politely speaks in the middle of the drive.
Jeanette looks up as he addresses her, wiping her dried up eyes even though the tears ended, and mumbles out, "Yeah…"
"Look, again, I want to apologize. The paparazzi didn't mob me since last week, and we" –– which meant his family –– "thought this town wasn't major and peaceful. I honestly have no idea how that happened. I-I'm so sorry."
"Really, S-Simon…, it's…all good." And that was a half lie, half truth. Sure, she was comforted by him greatly, and she appreciated that, but those comments, those insults…they still left something on her that she couldn't quite release. She decides to try her best to ignore them, but it was difficult.
"You're…, you're sure?"
She hummed a yes. "I-I promise."
"Promise?"
"Promise."
…..
Since the mobbing of the vicious reporters, Jeanette seemed to have the memory fading. It's been about a week and a half, and during those ten days, Simon and Jeanette had a bit of…exciting events happening. The guitar lessons were happening, definitely, but they were unusual as of the day after the lunch time out. Simon announced to Jeanette that her 'graduation' of learning how to play the acoustic guitar was coming close. To celebrate, as Simon says, 'because this is going to be a special time,' some amazing things have happened that were all planned by the one and only.
For instance, when she finally managed to play three small tunes Simon picked out form the beginner's section, she was gladly awarded with a free copy of the rare, special edition book that was a sequel to one Jeanette adored. She was absolutely happy. Then there was another time where the glasses male selected the movie she had longed to see based on her favorite novel, The Fault in Our Stars. Somehow, after she finished a full song and a difficult song, Simon surprised her with the premiere tickets. And to show her bad emotions, which was extremely embarrassing (she couldn't help it), Jeanette had sobbed accidentally on Simon's shoulder towards the ending.
But he also released a few 'manly' tears too.
To add onto the fun sensations of the days, Simon and Jeanette had sort of been…fooling around lately during the 'sessions,' though Simon allowed it since Jeanette was a 'high-quality, bass guitar player.' Of course, at one point the messing around led from one occasion to another, and as soon as she knew it, Jeanette had fallen on top of Simon, who, in her case, tripped her purposely as a joke.
"Ugh," the eldest of the Chipmunks, Alvin, had cringed, "nerd love."
The small moment didn't last long after that, though, since the coy brunette was mortified about what happened, and she had pushed herself off. But to her relief, Simon had only cleared his throat and continued as if the tension between them never occurred. Jeanette was clueless to herself as she remembered those little moments they shared together. Of course it was in a friendly way, nothing between both of the chipmunks was too intense, but that's what she forced herself to believe.
So in a few of a those days, her heart had begun speaking louder than before, building up more pressure to her body than before, only when Simon was around. The only noticeable things Jeanette had released while in the same atmosphere as him were the awkward tensions from her constant stammering (which of course she hated). Once in a while, her heart would do something unusual and unclear, such as pound several, hard beats or skip around or even let loose a comfy, sugary feeling. Jeanette's heart slightly convinced her she might have some feelings for Simon Seville. It was a maybe.
It was just one of those stupid, little elementary school crushes.
Nothing more, well, at least she didn't feel anything more that would lead to love.
Back to the present, Jeanette was happily skipping (well, it was more of a cheerful stride) to Simon's hotel, which was just about ten minutes away. Simon had asked her out (as a friend) to go somewhere as a 'surprise,' and she was more than happy to accept it. But as she heads for the hotel door leading to his family's room, Jeanette's sensitive ears picks up some negative voices.
"––NOT SAFE!" She makes out while standing a few inches away from the door, a fist raised mid-air from a stopped knock.
"SHUT –– YOUR FAULT ––!" The thick, tough walls and doors of the hotel managed to let go a few words even she couldn't pick up. Some voices were merged together in lots of yells and shouts, and she could hear only Simon's familiar voice; maybe he was close to the door.
"Dave! This is MY LIFE…" And so on went the bickering and screaming. Jeanette couldn't stand hearing his family argues, and the guilt of eavesdropping made it worse, so with her strong knuckles, she rapped furiously on the door. The tones and sounds faint into the stressed air, Jeanette biting her bottom lip and waiting patiently. Soon, she was face-to-face with a nonchalant Simon Seville, who treats the moment like screaming didn't take place. Was it just the neighbors? Jeanette wasn't sure; it was noisier from the Seville's hotel room.
"Jeanette," Simon smiles half crookedly, "you're early. Sorry if I kept you waiting, but hey, let's go now to save time."
She returns his smile while linking arms with him –– a habit they created since the guitar lessons –– as he guides her to the unknown place. Although his attitude and personality was incredibly normal, Jeanette spots his uneasy jaw clenched with stress. Something must've happened when she was in her apartment.
HI-LLLOOO!
IT'S CRRRAAAAZZZZZYYYY MOFO!
(NO I'm not done updating Darkness Awaits shut up.)
Greetings fellow salads and bench lovers. I've posted another one-shot, two parts, so here you are. That's what you're getting from me so far, deal with it. I apologize for the slowness and me not interacting with my stories much but..., ahhhhh my laziness was severe sorreh.
*awkwardly coughs*
Well, anyways, here's a new piece of my writing, OKAY? I'll try to speed up my updating since school's almost over with Summer Break (WOOO!). Also, am I the only one who watched The Fault in Our Stars movie? Or the only fan here? Anyone? P.S, the part where it says Jeanette cried over the movie was from a real-life event that happened to me. Yes, that's right, I sobbed a river. Dun judge meh cause I'm a conflicted fangirrl! :))
I also got a question for you guys: Do you think the part with Jeanette and paparazzi was a bit...overdramatic? Yes? No? I'm not sure, but I think I slightly overdid it a bit. I dun know.
Okay, until next time, BYEEE. :3
FUN FACT #1: This one-shot was originally going to be an Alvinette story, but I was like "Nahhhhh" since the plot I had in mind fitted Simonette better. Oops, heh. :D