Perhaps I knew her long ago,

I wrote her poems at nine years old.

But then I did become a man, the letter slipped right through my hands.

Practiced all my wit and charm, had many girls on every arm.

I learned the depths of love and hate,

But never did learn how to wait.

- "Wait for Me," Motopony

Jemima Hollingbery was a multitasking woman. She always had her hands in something now that she was away from her parents, she could do anything she set her mind to. When Jemima was offered a job at a art museum in London she jumped on that opportunity without even discussing it with her parents. Not only were her parents outraged about her picking that as a career they kicked her out of the house and cut her off from the family finances. Lettie backed Jemima up in the livid argument between their parents...resulting in Lettie announcing that she was not marrying Emmett and that she was two months pregnant. Their father learned something that afternoon about his two daughters, he noticed how they held each others hands tightly as they argued against the two, their faces both held determined looks...they weren't backing down until they said all they needed to say. He was secretly proud that had the guts to tell himself and his wife off...not only was he upset that his own wife knew about their oldest daughter getting beaten by some man she was supposed to get married to, but he was also upset that he didn't believe in his youngest daughter. So he did nothing to stop them from leaving the million dollar home while his wife continued her verbal abuse at the two. There was so much going on with Jemima and the last thing she needed was her parents controlling her life anymore.

The week before Jemima was kicked out of the house, Emmett came back from Japan from filming a Japanese porn film looking for Lettie. Her parents were having brunch with their neighbors and Lettie was at her first doctors appointment. Jemima wanted to go with Lettie but since it was her monthly gift and her cramps were killer, Lettie forced her to stay home on a heating pad with pills on the side. Lettie was very firm as if she was suddenly Jemima's mother, Jemima had a history with pills now since she found herself new friends who loved to party all the time.

The first time Lettie found her sister popping pills were right before a family dinner, she didn't stop her thinking that they were her anti-depressants. Lettie was the first one to notice how strange Jemima was acting at the family gathering, she actually chatted with people which was weird since Jemima was diagnosed with social anxiety at nine years old. She was loud and obnoxious dancing around to the classical music that she absolutely hated. Jemima was spoke back to her parents when their friends asked Jemima what she wanted to do for a profession, she was honesty when she replied to the two, "I want to do something in art...possibly as a part time job, but I'm also looking into psychology. I'm keeping my options open." Her parents laughed at her saying that was foolish and a young woman shouldn't work two jobs, "That one has her mind all over the place...she's quite imaginative." Her mother laughed as she sipped on her white wine.

"Funny mother, 'cause I could say the same about you. How's the pool boy Gregory doing? Is his cock satisfying you better than dad's?" Jemima laughed as the room swirled around in her clouded blue eyes, she stuffed a bunch of salad in her mouth as the whole table gasped.

It wasn't a shock to figure out that her mother was having a affair with their pool boy who was the same exact age as Jemima herself. Gregory went to Roundview with her and the crew, she knew of him. He was the boy with the a head full of dark curls who was on the swim team and played the fiddle. Of course he was charming enough for her mother, it was weird since her mother liked her man a bit older but she overheard her mother talking about how Gregory made her feel on the phone to one of her male friends who preferred men as well. Jemima jumped on the table and started waltzing around the table and all the guests food, her father was screaming at his wife wanting to know where Jemima was getting this from and the biggest question yet was it true. Lettie pulled her sister off of the table and told all the guest to go home, she brought her sister up the stairs as she screamed saying that she was burning up. "What the bloody hell Mima? Are you high? What did you take?" Jemima continued to waltz over to her secret stash, a medium sized ziplock bag filled with bottles of pills and some just roaming around in the bag.

"They're my friends Lettie...don't take them away from me. They help me feel a little less lonely." Jemima cried as Lettie flushed down the toilet and poured them down the sink drain. Lettie held her younger sister's face in her hands, "I'm your friend now, you don't need them. Only take your anti-depressants...and that's it. The next time you're out with that dickhead Cook you don't take anything else, you hear me?" Jemima's lips quivered as if she was a little child getting scolded. Lettie helped strip her sister out of her clothes and into the bath washing her up as she balled her knees up to her chest crying.

Once she got a hold of herself she looked at Lettie, "It wasn't Cook who gave me those...it was Effy."

Jemima was laying in the living room when a harsh knocking interrupted Jemima from watching one of her favorite movies, Sixteen Candles. Grumbling she got up from the couch and went to the door to see Emmett leaning against the wall, his back shielding himself from the rain. "Where is she?"

Jemima scoffed, "None of your business, wanker," she responded as she tried to close the door on him.

He shoved the door back causing the door to smack her in the face, she stumbled as she fell backwards on the floor. Emmett invited himself in closing the door so those nosy neighbors wouldn't see what was going on. Jemima screamed at Emmett was he took it upon himself to search the downstairs part of the house screaming for Lettie to come out from hiding. He ran up the steps, Jemima ran up the steps after she got her nose to stop bleeding. Emmett went in and out of every room then stopped at Jemima's room that was closed, "I know that bitch is in there!" He staggered as he used his shoulder to barge into the door. He roamed the room knocking everything over, after looking through the closet and under the bed he reached for Jemima's throat slamming her back into the wall. Jemima screamed trying to pry his hands from her throat but of course he wouldn't let go, he leaned against her pushing his body against hers. "If I wasn't with your sister...I swear to god that I would fuck you instead."

Jemima could smell the cheap beer on his breath and his eyes were bloodshot...she wouldn't be surprised if he was high from coke. He laughed scanning her face for something then roughly pressed his lips to hers. He moaned her hands pushed at his broad chest, when he pulled back he laughed again pulled at her hair dragging her out of the room. "I'm going to ask you one more time. I know that Lettie's been saying here, she has no where else to go. Just answer the fuckin' question and you won't get hurt." Jemima was gasping for breath and looked Emmett right in his blue green eyes, "Piss off."

He chuckled once more, wrapped his arms around her curvy waist and shoved her down the flight of steps. Jemima counted the number eight for how many times she rolled down the steps, her head hitting each step. As she hit the hardwood floor of the entrance she let out a painful scream as she heard something snap, her collarbone. Jemima was praying hat her neighbor would have called the police by now, if she couldn't get a weapon or to the phone to defend herself she didn't know if she would make it. Dazed Jemima heard Emmett stumbling down the steps, "Oops." He crouched down staring at Jemima, he licked his lips and straddled her. Emmett caressed her face, sliding his fingers down her neck, and fingered the funny looking birth-mark on her breast. Next he roughly groped her breast through her tank top, Jemima felt warm tears flowing down her cheeks. She suddenly felt herself snap out of her daze and fought back sticking her nails into his eyes and scratching his face. Emmett stumbled which gave Jemima the advantage to smack Emmett off of her body. With a cry Jemima slowly flipped herself over and started crawling towards the door, she felt herself being dragged backwards as she screamed louder. Emmett laughed, "You're gonna get it now." Jemima panicked as she heard a zip being undone from above her, her boy shorts and panties were being pulled off as Emmett shoved her head down onto the hard wood floor. He slid himself into her backside causing Jemima to let out a echoing scream. Emmett grunted as he stared to move himself at a fast pace, "You're so fucking hot!"

The front door was pushed open, "What the fuck do you think you're doing mate?!"

The person ran over to Emmett landing a kick right in his face knocking him off of Jemima. Jemima just lay their frozen, whoever entered her home was beating the shit out of Emmett. Somehow Jemima found herself sitting up right and quickly pulling her shorts up, wiping her face she looked over to see Cook throwing punches at Emmett's face who was just taken the beating. "Cook..." Jemima whispered, she stumbled as she tried to get herself on her feet. Holding her collarbone she got up moving over to wild boy, she grabbed onto his waving arms pulling him back. Cook wouldn't stop until he landed another kick to Emmett's mouth, he quickly turned around to look Jemima over. Jemima stared at him with salt in her eyes, he looked more bloody than what she thought he would look like. His knuckles were bruised, his face was ripped open with cuts...he looked like he was fighting before he even got here.

Jemima studied him her hands letting go of his, "What did you do?"

A slightly older Jemima snapped out of her flashback and stepped back from her easel. Her image was supposed to be a city oil sketch of London but instead it turned out to be a face she was all too familiar with. Tossing the black oil pastel crayon down she sighed turning her attention back to all the her fellow aspiring artists, "Hey guys...I'm gonna take five." Some nodded at her with a smile some just continued painting which was fine since most preferred not to say too much. Jemima made her way towards the elevator pressing the up button, she climbed onto the elevator trying to rub the black mess from her fingertips. The elevator dinged letting the young woman know that she was now at the main lobby, she walked off the elevator and made her way to the front desk to see her ex lover sitting on top of the counter.

"Hey," Jemima said making her way over to Rex.

His dark long brown hair was slightly wavy and flowy, his skin was pale, his lips a rosy pink, a sharp nose, and oval bright blue eyes. His looks weren't the only thing that attracted Jemima to Rex when they were in college, it was attitude and perception towards the world. He was different from the rest, he was no Cook and he wasn't like her fiancee Jax. Jemima was not known for comparing other people to someone one else but she was glad that Rex stayed by her side for this long...through everything he was still there. Jemima knew that Rex was still in love with her and that he could give her a stable life but she broke up with him the day Cook left. She couldn't keep dragging Rex around like she's been doing from the beginning of time, of course the sex was thrilling and he was there for her whenever she cried over Cook for chasing Effy. But she wanted to stop hurting this great guy because she was worth it. So Jemima spent two years trying to find herself and Rex still stayed by her side as the best friend she never had. She met Jax who was Rex's friend of a friend the day her car broke down on the highway slope, he was a mechanic and their love sparked from there.

Rex smirked at her with a fag in between his lips, "Hello baby," He responded in his usual silvery voice.

He pulled the fag from his lips blowing the smoke to the side and hopped down from the counter. He made his way over to Jemima and placed a light kiss on her forehead, Jemima closed her eyes and breathed. Rex pulled back watching her expression, a ghost of a smile played on his lips before he returned back to his normal nonchalant look.

"You know there's no smoking in the lobby," Jemima stated after she opened her eyes.

Rex shrugged, "I don't really give a fuck. I don't need this job you know?"

Jemima gave a short laugh, "Trust me I know...you've told me plenty of times."

Rex smiled in reply and reached behind himself pulling out a bouquet of sunflowers with a piece of paper tied to the purple ribbon wrapped around it, "These is from your prince charming. He rushed over here during his lunch break saying he only had five minutes to get back to his job, said he loved you all that mushy shit."

Jemima smiled taking the sunflowers from Rex's hands smiling at her favorite flowers. Jaxson Lockwood was such a romantic and a gentlemen which was weird since he didn't look like the type to be all affectionate. This was new for Jemima, Cook was always taking her to parties to get drunk or high and just to forget about her reality for awhile. They had a love/hate relationship always screaming their heads off at each other, most of the time it was about Effy. Jemima warned Cook to not let a girl get through his friendship with her cousin Freddie...it would only bring uneeded drama, did he listen? Of course not. Jemima met Rex at the coffee shop that she worked at when she was living with her parents, he lived in the rich neighborhood as well and she spotted him at all parties that Jay Gatsby could have thrown himself. The Richies, a name the two came up with when they met for the second time at his father's birthday party...they do it big. Rex showed his affection quietly, he would interlock their fingers together and swing them back in forth in between the two whenever they were out at Midnight. It was usually silent between the two, he was a quiet person who didn't say much. He was into astrology always talking about the stars and what it would be like if they could both take a trip to space. They're talks were quiet and strange but that was okay. Rex nicknamed her his darkstar. Rex would always touch Jemima which would always end up to them shagging and that was alright because they both wanted that. Rex would also make Jemima mixtapes with songs showing how he felt about her. Jaxson "Jax" was rough but sweet, he was a romantic gentlemen. He would always come up with cheesy jokes to make her laugh, take her on romantic dates every Friday, and he supported her art and often quoted Shakespeare. Why was she comparing all three of these boys? Well...they were the only three boys that made her feel loved.

Jemima and Rex stayed in the front lobby chatting for twenty minutes until Jemima decided that she would take a dinner break. Rex said he would wait for her outside telling her that no one would miss him. Jemima left to the bathroom to wash her hands and wash her face quickly so she could get back to Rex. Rex said he would pay for lunch this time so she didn't need to run back downstairs to get her bag. They were all allowed to use a company card where if you spent over the budget on the card you would have to pay the whole price back. Rex was shaking out of the museum while Jemima laughed running after him. He was going at a fast speed and didn't see a pedestrian standing on the sidewalk looking confused. Rex ran right into the person knocking the person forward, the person used their hands to break their fall opposed to Rex who fell straight on his back.

"Can you watch where 'ya goin' next time mate?!" The person groaned.

Jemima laughed as rushed over to help Rex up who grumbled, "Well next time don't get in my way."

The person was glaring at Rex, Jemima elbowed Rex in the ribs which just added more pain to his body. He held his backside, "I think my bum is broken."

Jemima rolled her eyes and watched as the person slowly got up off the ground, "I'm sorry about my idiotic friend here...why don't you join us for dinner? Rex's treat."

"Excuse me, What?" Rex questioned.

Jemima ignored him and waited for the person to respond.

"Sure thing Jems. You're just the person I've been searching for...actually."

Jemima frowned and tried to get a good look at the person as he backed up underneath the street light. His hair was darker shade now it grew out and lay flat on his head, slight facial hair was starting to grow on his chin. Everything about him looked slightly older, "James?"

He nodded with a small smile playing on his lips, "Miss me? I told you to wait for me, remember?"

Jemima took small steps towards him as he held his hands wide open expecting her to run into his embrace. But instead Jemima wiped the smile off of her face, walked up to Cook and punched him right in the eye.

A/N: Yay...Cook is finally catching up with Jemima...not the way he wanted but still. If you haven't noticed the first section is just a little flashback. I will get more into that in the third chapter I promise :) Thank you for the reviews they are appreciated!

Rex is played by Rory Culkin...he's delicious!

What do you think Cook will say when he finds out Jemima is getting married?

Stay tuned to the next part :)

P.S. I did not edit this chapter so excuse any mistakes please.