Quick, Write!
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a/n: You're looking at the result of a quick-write exercise that I started with a friend of mine when we were bored in English. We chose a theme, gave each other fifteen minutes, and then wrote whatever came to mind. We've done three so far (the second one we did wasn't geared enough toward JONAS for me to re-write it). As we continue to do these, I will continue to post them. I hope you enjoy!


Simple and Sweet

"Why dosh evryfig—" She swallowed the mouthful of ice cream. "—have to be so complicated?"

Her companion shrugged and twirled his spoon in his own cup of Haagen Dazs. "I dunno, Mace."

"I mean," she continued with a sniffle, ignoring her friend's quiet interjection. "All I wanted was a good guy. A good guy! Is that too much to ask?"

"No," the man said. He didn't glance up from his cup, but the girl next to him didn't notice, too wrapped up in her rant.

"It must be, because all the good guys are either taken, old, or gay." She punctuated this by scraping her spoon around in her cup for the last bit of creamy goodness. "If my life were a romantic comedy, I would meet the love of my life right now when he came knocking on the door."

Something flickered in the man's eyes and he sent a glance at the red-painted door on the opposite end of the apartment.

"But it's not," she sighed. She put her cup down and leaned on her friend's shoulder, curling her legs underneath her on the couch. She didn't even notice the way his arm came around to hold her closer, for this had been their routine for so long.

She closed her eyes against the tears at the unfairness of the world and inhaled his sweet, spicy scent. "You're a good friend, Kevin; taking time out of your busy schedule to comfort me."

"I try," he murmured, staring down at her chocolate curls. There was a soft look in his eyes as he continued to watch her, absently rubbing her arm, and he wondered what she would say if she looked up and caught him. But then he just shook his head, knowing that the complications would simply drive her away, and let his chin rest on top of her silky, sweet-smelling hair. "I try."

A Little Bit Longer

"Please," she begged, tears running rivers down her face. She reached and touched the woman's still-warm cheek. "Don't go."

But no matter how much she cried and screamed, nothing would make her mother stir.

"Joe!" The blonde girl turned to her best friend. "You always play the hero when we play games. You always save me. You can bring her back!"

But his eyes were sadder than she'd ever seen them. "I—" His voice cracked. "I can't. I'm sorry, but—"

"No! Don't say that!" The twelve-year-old hurled herself at him and began crying into his chest. "Don't say sorry. Everyone says sorry. Nobody means it, they just say it."

"But I do mean it," Joe said. "I loved your mom, too; almost as much as my mom!"

His arms wrapped tightly around her and he marveled that he was now tall enough to rest his chin on top of her head. He led her slowly away from the hospital bed, shuffling across the pastel blue tile.

"I just wanted more time!" the girl sobbed. She was getting his shirt wet, but neither of them cared. "She never got the scarf I knit for her. Or the handbag I made her."

Joe merely nodded and let the girl babble on and on, ignoring the tears that trailed down his own cheeks in order to comfort her. She cried for the longest time, but eventually, the tears ran out.

When she finally quieted, he made to pull away. But she tightened her grip on his waist, forcing him to stay with her.

"Don't," she pleaded. "Just… a little bit longer, okay?"

He sighed and held her ever more tightly.

"Okay, Stella," he agreed as she settled her head into the crook of his neck. "A little bit longer."

a/n: So, this is all spur-of-the-moment stuff. They're all unrelated drabbles, all written in fifteen minutes, re-written to fit the fandom if they weren't already written for it in the first place, and polished a bit before they're uploaded.

See you in the next one-shot! (A Kacy, if you'll believe it! :D)

OH! By the way, I'm going to start sending out PMs to people who alert my stories. This is getting a little annoying when my story has more ALERTS than it has reviews. Especially if it's a one-shot.

You may alert this story, however. :D

Much love,
Beth-a-bee