Authors note: It's my first time using this site and so, other than previously becoming an official addictee to the hollyfiction forum on the Hollyoaks website (that is no more :'() this is my first proper fanfiction in a loooooooong time - go easy on me! I really enjoy this coupling on HO and if I'm honest, it pretty much reacquainted me with the programme! So, please do read on if like me, you are suffering major withdrawal symptoms from the pair that are "Jelly". Also, leave a wee review, I'd love to hear what everyone thinks!
Flickering her eyes open, her vision becomes momentarily blurred until she is able to focus. Smoothly, she runs her finger tips through the fine fabric of her duvet, pulling it ever so close to her almost as if to cocoon herself from whatever may have occurred last night. Finally taking the plunge, she turns in the bed to which she finds the one person lying there who she hates, but loves to be there – Tilly.
Dancing her fingers softly down Tilly's unclothed back, Jen takes a sharp intake of breath before hesitantly pulling away from the deluded state of bliss she'd let herself drift into. Perching herself against the backboard of the bed whilst holding her head in her hands, she mutters "what have you done?" before wrapping the side of the duvet around her naked body, her eyes quickly scanning the room in search for her belongings which have been carelessly but passionately tossed aside the night before. Once dressed, she turns once more, and looks upon the figure whom still lay unbeknown to the inner turmoil Jen was currently suffering. She smiled as she looked upon her quietly snoring, her nose twitching every so often, her red hair uncurling onto the pillow, one hand stretched along the bed almost as if she's looking for something.. or rather, someone. Taking the sight in before her, Jen couldn't help but feel devoured by her feelings, those little attributes of the red head which made Jen forget all circumstance, that is, for a fleeting moment anyway.
Casting her feelings aside, like she was so very used to, Jen grabbed her belongings and made a quick exit for the door, trying but evidently failing to dismiss the feeling of guilt she felt pang within her stomach, as a silent tear dropped down the side of her face. Clenching tightly onto her handbag, she sighed as she shut the door silently behind her. Pausing for a moment while readjusting her blazer, she began to daydream, if Foucault was right, perhaps the boundaries of society can be broken in order for the acceptance of new norms? Shaking her head violently, she quickly dismissed any inch of a thought of possibility, shaking out any thought she had of a relationship, any thought of love, and of course, she tried in vain, to shake the thought of a certain red-headed teenager, a particular teenager whom seemed to mercilessly occupy her thoughts day in and day out. A teenager who goes by the name, of Tilly Evans.