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Summary: Out of all the mistakes she's made, this is the worst yet, she's sure of that. One-shot.
A/N: Hurrah! Two stories in one week. This one definitely has more angst than my first story did, but I'm trying to tackle different genres and see which ones I'm better suited at writing. Anyways, enjoy!
Out of all the mistakes she's made, this is the worst yet, she's sure of that.
She's hurt and alone, and he can relate (not that he'd ever admit it, but the tone of his voice and the way he's sitting say everything). As the saying goes, misery loves company, and nobody in the whole state of New York is as miserable as these two. He's offering her some of his scotch, and she accepts without hesitation. But before they know it, the two land on his bed in a flurry of movement.
It's all hands and tongues, and it lasts too short to be to a real moment between them.
He's rough, but she doesn't mind (gentle touches remind her too much of a certain blue eyed blonde whom she once gave her heart to).
She's all skin and bones, which he prefers because the love he's lost is not at all frail-looking like the girl (because she's certainly no woman) he's with now.
They indulge in one another because he's nothing like the knight in shining Armani that she really wants, and she couldn't look anymore different from the sassy brunette he desires with every fiber in his being.
But as soon as it starts, it's over, and she's out on the streets, trying to purge what just happened from her mind. He doesn't ask her to stay, and she doesn't expect more from him.
As soon as she enters her home, she's up in her room in a flash. She remains there in the silence of her room. No tears, no anger, just numbness.
But eventually, her conscience resurfaces from the temporary paralysis of her mind, and she panics. She's filled with anger, regret, sadness. But the tears don't fall, not yet anyways. She wants to forget it all. What she just did. Who she just did it with. So, she calls the one person who's always been there for her. He'll make her feel better again. He always does.
The phone rings and rings and rings, and she feels her heartbeat get stronger with each passing sound.
(Pick up the phone! Pick up the phone, Nate!)
And finally, "I'm sorry but the number that you are – "
The darkness of the room engulfs her, and at last, she allows it to as the tears flow out uncontrollably. Because for once, Jenny Humphrey realizes that she is completely alone.
A/N: Well, I hope you guys liked my story. It's shorter than I thought it would be, but I suppose stories tend to look a lot longer when written on paper as compared to on the computer. Anyways, thanks for reading my story, and please review!