Authors Note: Please accept my apologies as to the late update, I've been having some difficulty with my laptop in the past few weeks. I'll update with two chapters as I'm sure I've kept you waiting long enough. Anyway, I hope I've done Jelly some justice, hopefully it won't be too long until Amy Downham graces our screens once again *swoons*.
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Throwing her body restlessly around the bed, she managed to grapple onto a fine part of the duvet, softly caressing and flowing her fingers through the material. Her expression was vacant, almost as if all emotion had ceased and ran for cover. She felt numb as her eyes followed her fingers, magnetised by their movement against the fine white linen before they abruptly stopped their fluent path. Turning her hand into a fist she violently grabbed the duvet, her knuckles turning white as anger began to curse through her veins. She could still smell her, there was a reminder, almost as if her scent was still embedded within her bed sheet. The smell of her hair swept effortlessly across her pillow, a reminder by which the red head was more than eager to forget. She hated her for what she had put her through. In such a short time, Jen Gilmore had put her through enough torment for a lifetime. She thought back to the last time she was with Jen, within her classroom. The way she couldn't even explain herself as to why she'd left Tilly alone in her bed after making love to her. She couldn't explain why she ran away, all she could show was her shame for her actions, and this crushed Tilly. So why exactly, whenever she clapped eyes on the woman, that most perfect, beautiful figure – did she feel her whole being melt? Her resistance would break down, and her body would devote entirely? She longed for her, and as she managed to get herself out of bed and begin the ceremonious task of getting ready for college she stared back at her reflection in the mirror. Running her fingers along tear stains she looked more intently to her eyes, heavy with a slight dark ring under the bottom demonstrating the teenager's lack of sleep. "Don't.." was all she kept replaying in her mind, like a song on loop. She remembered back to how she tried to console Jen, only for her to be pushed away, almost ashamed to be so near her. She began to question what she had become, and how she managed to let everything push her this far.
"You're better than this Tilly, you know you are." She stated, before sniffling any spare tears, and finding the strength to pull herself together for the day ahead.
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"But mum.. I have some brilliant news y'know! You don't have to worry, not even an inch!" Sinead began to buzz around the kitchen like an adventurous insect, fixing herself some toast as her grin widened, the excitement almost bursting out of her.
"Jen has agreed to come to Abersoch!" She blurted before gesturing over to a very dishevelled Jen walking downstairs, rubbing her eyes ferociously and yawning. Making her way into the kitchen she eventually looked up to see both Sinead and Diane look at her. Sinead was looking unusually animated for it being 8am whereas Diane looked utterly confused.
"Sorry?" Jen enquired, praying that she had imagined what she had just heard.
"I was just telling me mum Jen, how you've agreed to come to Abersoch? I'm absolutely buzzing, I can't tell you how much! You're a star!" Sinead spoke as she began to excitedly tick off everything she had planned for her holiday.
Abersoch. Jen's eyes widened, she took a seat at the kitchen table before crashing her head into her hands. Her heart began to quicken as the realisation kicked in, her palms beginning to gain moisture. Running her fingers through her hair, she felt physically sick. Images of a certain red head began to cross her mind in quick succession, the situation almost devouring her every thought before she became interrupted by a voice beside her.
"And you are positive you're OK with this Jen? Don't let Madame here pressure you into anything." Diane spoke as she placed a mug of hot tea in front of the brunette, concerned at her deep, but expressionless face.
Jen looked up, connecting eye contact with Sinead as her happy mood began to take a momentary relapse as she awaited Jen's response. Sighing, she knew she didn't have it in her to let the teenager down so badly after she'd built herself up so high. She was pressured, but surely this was a sign from somewhere? She didn't know. At this moment she didn't know much. However, what she did know, is that this was going to be one eventful holiday, and she was already feeling the pressure of it.
"Of course Di- It's no problem at all." She lied before taking a sip upon her tea. The next step was finding a way to tell Tilly, and the thought of this filled her with an instant anxiety. Dismissing this she turned her attention to Sinead who was whistling away whilst packing pens and books into her bag.
"Anyway, you better get off for your exam, good luck, and remember and grab something to eat from the canteen before you go in." Jen smiled before getting up from the table and realigning her yellow cardigan, giving her hair one last dust over with her fingers and grabbing her handbag before Diane cut her off as she walked out to the door.
"Oi you, that's my line! You have a good day too hun. Try and ease off the stress ey? You're only young, worry when you're my age." Diane laughed as Jen spun round. Unintentionally Diane's statement had provided a very vital double meaning. Rolling her eyes, Jen smiled to herself before waving off Diane, commencing her way out the doorway before closing it over and descending down the steps. The sun began to rise upon the village, illuminating everything it touched in its path, pinpointing enhancements of vibrant colour to even the dullest of surroundings. Today seemed to be looking up, despite the minor fact that her heart was breaking with every step she took towards the college and of course a certain teenager she would be faced with there.