A/N: So, I'm starting the contest about three days late, yet oh well. I'll get caught up by friday. Anyways, this is a Mistoffelees/Jemima story, slightly AU. Mistoffelees and Jemima are in their early twenties, and Mistoffelees doesn't live at the Junkyard. Mistoffelees is seperate from Quaxo in this (not that that really matters) and he is nothing like my Mistoffelees in Tellall. I think that's all that needs to be said now...Wait! This is with BroadwayKhaos' contest, and yeah. That's all. Read, review and all that jazz.
"That is IT! I've had it Mistoffelees!" I cried, pulling away from Mistoffelees. We had been in the middle of a passionate kiss when I cried out. Mistoffelees looked dejected, to say the least. We had been dating for nearly a year now, yet I couldn't take it any longer.
"What happened? What did I do wrong?" he asked me, moving to pull me back towards him. "Jem, what's wrong?"
"You shoot lightning at me every time we go to do this! It's starting to get a bit painful," I said as I turned away from him. He looked over at me, and turned my face towards him. He looked pointedly at my face, as if trying to see through my lie. In truth, I loved it. It reminded me of how much he loved me, and how much I loved him. I loved him with all my heart and soul, and I hated doing this to him.
"What are you saying? Are you saying that you don't want to see me anymore?" he asked me softly. I nodded slowly, keeping my eyes shut. It hurt me to do this, yet I had to make him believe that I couldn't deal with nearly getting killed every time I wanted to get close to him.
"Misto, I like you, yet you're going to kill me if you're not careful. I'm not going to sugar-coat it, and I'm not going to go through the whole 'it's not you, it's me' deal," I said as I leaned back against the wall I was backed up against. I needed something to keep me upright, otherwise I was going to collapse at his feet.
"Jem, I love you though. You love me. You said so yourself," he said, looking heartbroken. I forced myself not to show any emotion even though I desperately wanted to take back everything I was going to say.
"Did it ever occur to you that I was lying to make you feel better? I don't like you, I'm not going to make the trek out here again, and I don't want to find you in the Junkyard. Got it, Mistoffelees?" I asked him, my heart breaking as I told him this.
"Yet, Jem, what about that night? Why would you have agreed to that if you hadn't truly loved me?" he asked me.
"Maybe I've been disillusioned! Maybe I'm not impressed with your disappearing act anymore," I shouted at him, unleashing a fury I didn't know I had. I stood up straight and pushed him even farther away from me. "Maybe I've met a tom that my family will actually approve of. I don't want to continue to go behind his back" I pushed past him, yet he grabbed my shoulder to prevent me from getting too far away from him.
"What tom?" he asked me softly. I felt tears welling up in my eyes as I heard the resigned tone he said that in. I closed my eyes and refused to look at him, trying to keep the tears from leaving my eyes.
"You don't know him. He doesn't leave the Junkyard much. Please, Mistoffelees, let me go," I said softly, trying to keep the despair out of my voice. He said he would do anything for me, and yet here I was, asking him to do one thing, and he couldn't even do that for me.
"Jem, I will never let you go," he said with a little bit of his usual determined air back in his voice. "Never," he said as he pulled me in towards his face. He stared me straight in the eyes for a moment, and then pulled me in closer to kiss me. I closed my eyes, and steeled my will. It took everything I had in me not to tell him that I was a horrible Jellicle and that I didn't mean a word that I said. Finally, Misto ended the kiss and pulled away from me and I was able to wrench myself out of his grasp.
"Good bye, Misto. I'm not going to see you again," I said as I left the alleyway where Mistoffelees lived and started making my way back to the Junkyard where I lived with my family.
"Jemima, please!" he called from behind me. I closed my eyes and continued walking away from him, blocking every thought out of my head and forcing myself to continue walking forward.