Well, I promised you a chapter of complete Jamila/Remy-ness, so here it is! I just couldn't fit it in with the story line, so this is separate from EoG;EoG. I hope you guys all enjoy it! The song is 'Could' by Brian McKnight. It most certainly does not belong to me, so don't get any ideas!
Summary: Jamila is writing a song in the greenhouse when Remy catches her, and hears the words. Romance ensues.
Jamila was sitting at the kitchen table, with her diary lying flat in front of her, and a pen in hand. She was absolutely basking in the quiet afternoon sunlight. At least, she was basking until Sam Guthrie came zooming into the kitchen, closely followed by his friend, Roberto. "Ah didn't do it!"
The handsome Brazilian boy had one hand stuck to his head. "You replaced my hair gel with GLUE!" He yelled a string of Spanish obscenities at the Southern teen. They raced around the kitchen table, and Jamila sighed, stalking out of the room.
Her next stop was the rec room, where she got to enjoy five minutes of peace until Kurt came in, babbling happily on the phone to his girlfriend, Morgan. Jamila gave a low growl and walked out of the room, her left eye twitching slightly. She headed for her room, but veered away, put off by the loud rap that nearly blew the door off the hinges. She rested her forehead on the palm of her hand despairingly. Ororo came up behind her and rubbed her shoulders soothingly. "What's wrong, child?"
"Do you know of ANYPLACE Ah can go and write in peace and quiet?"
"Try the greenhouse. I am usually the only person who goes in there."
Jamila smiled in relief. "Thanks Mom!" She fairly raced to the greenhouse, and settled herself right in the dirt, amidst the flowers. She opened her diary, and finished up what was apparently a poem or song she had composed. After staring at it for a little while, she began to sing.
"Lying alone in my room
Don't know what I'm gonna do
Trying to figure out
If this is it, this time
Just can't stop thinking
About the way you make me feel inside
I just can't get you off my mind
No matter how hard I try,
Could you be the one for me
Could we dance the night away
I wanna give you everything,
Though I don't have much
Could you fall in love with me
Could you love me the rest of my life
Could you forever be
The one for me this time
I walk around in a daze
The ice is melting from my heart
Can I ever know if you feel the same
Are you the sunshine that's begging me
Come in from the rain
Or have you come into my life
To turn around and take your love away
Could you be the one for me
Could we dance the night away
I wanna give you everything,
Though I don't have much
Could you fall in love with me
Could you love me the rest of my life
Could you forever be
The one for me this time
When I look into your eyes
They tell me that you're mine
But I keep asking myself,
Could you forever be
The one for me
This time"
Jamila brushed away her tears, giggling in spite of herself. Suddenly, a warm mouth descended on hers, stifling her giggles. When the intruder pulled away, Jamila looked up into his red on black eyes.
"Please tell me dat song was for me."
Jamila's breath caught in her throat, and her eyes filled with tears once more. She buried her head in her arms, thoroughly embarrassed to be caught singing by Remy twice.
"Chere?"
"You heard the whole thing?"
"Oui."
Jamila looked up at the handsome face in front of her and smiled. She traced her way from his forehead to his lips, biting her own as she did so. "Ah never thought Ah'd say this about a man, but you're beautiful. A work of art even. Did you know that?"
Remy looked deep into Jamila's golden brown eyes. "Do you always ramble like dis, Jamila?"
"No, but you caught me off guard. And that kiss didn't help clear mah head much either."
Remy sat down next to Jamila, and rested his head in her lap. Jamila jumped. "What are you doing?"
"Resting. You're very comfortable, belle."
"Ah'm glad you think so." She brushed her fingers past a chrysanthemum delicately. "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"That song was for you. It took me forever to write it, and you weren't even supposed to hear it." Jamila said quietly. She ran her hands over Remy's hair gently.
"Why wasn't I s'posed to hear it?"
"Because, Ah don't want you to hurt me. And Ah know you will."
"What makes you say that?"
"They always do. All of them. Even the ones that swear up and down they won't do."
"I can't promise not'ing, belle, but I would try my hardest not to hurt you."
Jamila looked up at the sky. "That's the best you can do?"
"I don't wanna lie to you."
"Ah hate bein' lied to."
"I know. Mon chere, you'll never have any fun if you don't let go. Not all men are like Pietro."
Jamila flinched at the mention of her former boyfriend's name. "Ah know, but how do you tell?"
"You won't know until you get to know someone." Remy sat up, and pulled Jamila against him. Jamila let her head rest on his chest, marveling at how well they fit together. She sniffed his shirt.
"You smell good. Like Curve for men, spices, and cigarettes. Ah like it."
Remy looked down at Jamila quizzically. She returned his gaze innocently. "What do Ah smell like?"
"Roses and frozen rain," Remy answered automatically.
"That was a quick answer."
"You have an interesting smell."
"Ah'm glad you think so." Jamila looked back up at Remy, her gaze appealing, and innocently tempting. "You and Ah will always be good friends, right? No matter what happens?"
Remy nodded, and was thrown backwards by the kiss Jamila planted on him. He landed flat on his back with Jamila on top of him, kissing him desperately. He returned the kiss as strongly and passionately as he knew how, and by the time they separated, they both sported swollen lips. Remy still lay on the floor, his arms preventing Jamila from moving. They were mere centimeters apart, and when Remy spoke, his voice was a whisper.
"What was dat for?"
"Because, Remy LeBeau, Je t'aime."
"What?"
"Ah love you, dummy!" Jamila said, resting her head on his chest. "Ah know that eventually all things will come to an end, and that we might end up hatin' each other, but right now, Ah love you."
"It's not good to worry about de future anyway." Remy said, brushing his mouth against hers gently, so as not to further abuse her lips. Jamila winced, and Remy pulled back. "Did I hurt you?"
"Ah'll be fine." Jamila replied. "Ah hate having delicate lips. Jendayi is always teasing me about that."
"Doesn't bother me. It jus' means I can't kiss your mouth for a little while." Remy kissed Jamila's neck, and was rewarded with feeling her shiver.
"Come on." Jamila said, pulling away from Remy and standing up.
"Where to?"
"Ah'm hungry. Can we go get something to eat?"
"Why not? Where d'ya wanna go?"
"Umm...Olive Garden!"
"What?"
"You heard me. Let's go." Jamila was suddenly jerked back against Remy's body and kissed lightly on the tip of her nose.
"Je t'aime, belle."
Jamila kissed him very, very softly. "I love you too, Remy." Hand in hand, they left the greenhouse. Jamila's diary lay amidst the roses and chrysanthemums, forgotten.
Well, I have never really written a one-shot before, let alone a romantic one. It was fun! Well, I've got the next chapter already written, I just need someone who is willing to check it over for me. Any takers? Just leave me a review with your e-mail if you are interested, and I will contact you ASAP. Thanks!