Howdy ;]

So after some obsessive discussion with a good friend [who turns out to be inlovewithvanity- check her out!] i decided to write about Eric and Jenny. And i fell in love with the idea. So here it is, a prized posession of mine. I planned on it being a one shot, just some drabble about what could happen between them. And with little pushing from said friend, i decided this would be a story. Bit of angst, bit of drama, a lot of lust, and some love in there somewhere.

BUT for my story to work, imagine this just after the white party. Except Bart's already dead. Because i'm too lazy to include intricate details of how the story really goes, so you'll have to just go along with it. But i promise its good.

Please review too. I'm going to sound all whiny, but don't just put it on alert. Tell me how you really feel :]

Disclaimer: Nope. Just nope. You know i don't own this so yatter yatter blah blah blah.

Jenny stared ahead, her body feeling weak. After all her mistakes with that Asher jerk and some on-again-off-again flings, she could feel that same tremble in her hands. She could feel her heart falling already. No, not falling. She felt like she had chosen to jump head first of a cliff.

And just like jumping headfirst off a cliff, she was incredibly stupid for falling in love again.

Jenny couldn't help but stare. She stared at his dark haunted eyes, hidden behinds thick lashes. She imagined her hands running through his brown hair (Brunette? Blonde? Would he like to make up his mind?). She imagined their hands intertwined, walking through those school gates and proving a point to all those snobby bitches. She was done with snobby bitches.

Jenny exhaled, a hand running through her blond hair. She was thinking about cutting it – a little blonder, a little edgier. She was sick of being Little J. Time to shed her old skin and take on whatever it was she needed to be now.

After scoring a job with Waldorf Designs and becoming an instant hit at the white party, Jenny was exhausted. She'd apologised to Erik, her very best friend whether she'd hurt him or not, and now she was all messed up. She was in love.

And he was gay.

Erik and Asher were long over, Jenny knew that. If she felt any jealously whatsoever, it would be of Asher. Because Asher was Erik's type. And by type, she meant had balls and a six-pack. Jenny rolled her eyes. What was the appeal? What did Erik see in Asher?

Nothing that Jenny had seen in Asher, that's for sure. Erik was a better person than Jenny. Jenny used people. She'd never really been in love before. Asher wasn't even lust. He was just nice-looking and was rich. He was right for an on-coming queen.

Buzz. Buzz.

"Hellooooo?" Jenny sang into the little intercom.

"Hey, J," Erik sang back. She swallowed hard, trying to rid the lump in her throat. It was just Erik van der Woodsen.

Adorable, sweet, caring Erik van der Woodsen. Jenny sighed.

"Come in, van der Woodsen," she said quietly. Erik was at the door in seconds, leaning against a door like some Greek god who had no idea how much he was worth. Jenny shut her eyes tightly. "Morning, E," she mumbled, stumbling into the kitchen.

"Whatcha up to, Jenny?" he said, bounding into their loft.

"Sitting here dying of boredom. Weekends are my low point," she told him, breaking out the hot chocolate. "But how are you?"

Erik scratched his head as he thought about it, Jenny having to look away. It felt wrong to look at him now. God, fifteen and in love with a gay boy. She was absolutely pathetic.

"Eh. I've had better days," he shrugged. "You should see the homework I've got sitting at home. But I'm procrastinating. And when I think procrastinating, I think sitting at home watching shit movies with Jenny Humphrey."

"I'm flattered," Jenny said sarcastically.

Erik smiled, staring out the window. It was a cold, dreary, rainy day. Jenny juggled two mugs in her hands, the tip of her tongue gently peaking out of her mouth as she concentrated. She didn't want a big mess to clean up.

Jenny crouched in front of the DVD cabinet. "So any particular shit movie in mind?"

Erik shrugged. "Anything. A terrible comedy. A stupid romance. Anything," he repeated, still staring at the heavy downpour.

She picked up the first one she could find and jammed it into their DVD player. It was pretty cheap, and often broke much to the family's dismay.

She groaned inwardly as she realised what she'd put on. The Notebook. Of all stupid movies to play, why this one? Why the movie with the goddamned best make out scene on screen?

They sat, watching for a few minutes. Jenny couldn't help herself but glance at Erik every few minutes.

"E, there's something on your face," she says quietly. He tears his eyes away from the movie and raises an eyebrow. He wipes his chin, and then his cheek. Even his nose.

Jenny sighs. "Oh, never mind. Here," she said, sitting on the arm chair of his couch and wiping the milk from the corner of his mouth. She could feel his body heat rolling off him. Jenny was practically on top of Erik. Her heart thudded unevenly. Thud, thud, thud.

"Thanks," he mumbles, unable to tear his eyes away from her face.

Thud, thud, thud. Faster and faster. Jenny thought she might have a heart attack.

She couldn't move. She just couldn't. Erik's eyes fluttered as he thought. She watched his face colour, and she wished just for a minute she could read his mind.

If someone could read her mind, they would understand. She was filled with too many thoughts that were racing through her mind too fast. She was all muddled and incomprehensible.

She didn't know what to do as Erik closed his eyes and leant in. She just closed her eyes too, and let Erik mould his lips between hers. She felt the pulse of his heart under her hands as she placed her palms on his chest.

Seconds later, or maybe minutes a – it could've been hours, even – Jenny was in Erik's arms. She wasn't letting him kiss her anymore; she was playing her part too. Jenny clutched her hands in his hair, a sigh escaping her lips.

Erik's tongue traced the edge of her lips, asking for permission to enter. Her lips parted while he traced her teeth and the roof of her mouth.

Jenny fumbled with the edge of Erik's top. She felt so unsure, so nervous. But she was with Erik, and it felt right.

She gulped at the sight of Erik shirtless. He was tanned from the Hampton's, and fit with swimming at the beach all vacation.

Erik stopped kissing her for a minute and gazed into her big blue eyes. He hadn't expected this. He hadn't expected this at all. But right now, he wanted this. He wanted Jenny. He flashed her small a smile, his eyes bright with excitement before pressing his lips to her neck. It sent shivers down Jenny's spine.

Jenny didn't think about her dad on his road trip or Dan spending the weekend at Vanessa's .She didn't think about the assignment she should be writing now or what she'd have to make for dinner. She thought about being with Erik.

Her nails, painted the colour of midnight, grazed his bare chest as he bit down on her bottom lip. Erik stood up; wrapping Jenny around him in those straddling positions he'd seen in the movies. He carried her to her bedroom. Jenny's eyes flickered to the screen playing as she left the hall. The movie had reached the soaked-in-the-rain passionate kiss. A silly smile played on her face and her cheeks coloured.

Erik van der Woodsen.

Jenny threw her dress off as she jumped onto the bed, feeling ridiculously giddy. Erik's eyes swooped over her body intensely, and his cheeks heated again. He was probably thinking the same things she was.

Jenny didn't know what to expect. It had hurt a little, yes, but Erik kissed her every time she'd let out a small yelp in pain. They laughed a little at themselves. Best friends. She was losing her virginity to her best friend, and she wouldn't have it any other way.