Hello, everyone! I know Me and Mrs Jones on BBC One wasnt the most popular show since it didnt get a second season ( i have no idea why since i thought it was brilliant.) but it is one of my all time favourite shows and it makes me so sad that we never got to find out who Gemma picked. I wrote a small fic about what i thought should have happened in episode 6. I dont expect any follows or reviews for this since its a 2012 show and i dont think its got much of a fan base but i just wanted to get this out there.
Anyway enjoy.
The traffic lights ahead changed to red and i pulled my old Peugeot to a stop. This was it, decision time. I could turn right, to Tom and the five star yurt. Or I could go left, to Billy and his scotch eggs. "I do love a scotch egg, i do, i really do." I argued with myself. I hit the indicator to go right. "Yes. This is what you want. Kind, old reliable Tom." I turned the indicator off. "Apparently not."
I sighed, not sure how much time i had left before the lights changed to green and i'd have to stick with my decision. I put on the indicator to go left. "Billy, my heart says Billy." I reasoned. Reluctantly i turned the indicator off again, not caring what the driver behind me must be thinking. "He's Alfie's best friend. I can't do that to him."
"This is hopeless." i groaned, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. Just make a decision, Gemma! An assault of car horns beeped behind me and i knew the light had turned green and it was time to choose. "Head, or heart?" i bit my lip. "Tom, or Billy?"
taking a deep breathed i pushed the indicator down.
The address was scribbled onto a scrap of paper and i had to study it closely to read my own handwriting. There were a few chocolate stains on the page from the chocolate strawberries i'd attempted at the barbeque but It didn't take too long to work out what i thought had been an 's' was actually a '5'. Checking that the address on the paper matched the number on the door i hesitated before i knocked. Doubt crept into my mind but i pushed it aside as i tapped on the wooden door. Don't be afraid, Gemma. When was the last time you've ever felt this way about anyone, ever?
It opened almost instantly. "I was beginning to think you weren't coming." He said, a hint of cheekiness tugged at the corners of his smile. I could have melted into a puddle right there. "I'm here now." I murmured. His hands reached out and cupped my cheeks softly before bringing his lips down onto mine. I wanted to run my hands through the thick curls on top of his head but his touch had made me feel weak and i feared that if i removed my hands from his waist that i may fall over. "Billy," his name ghosted over my lips ever so quietly. He broke away from our embrace and swept me into his apartment. "Scotch egg?"