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She will be loved - Part II
Jean awoke and looked at Rebecca who sat in the bed with an expression of regret on her face. He gently touched her shoulder and hugged her. "Why aren't you asleep?" he asked.
Her lower lip trembled. "Jean … were you ever in love with someone?" she asked.
"I still am," he said with a little shrug. "Why are you asking?"
She bit her lip. "There is this guy," she muttered. "I really like him but no matter how hard I try, he never sees me the way I see him. He is kind and caring … but … not the way I want him to be."
He was oblivious that she was talking about himself but still, he was too kind to let her be sad because of some random guy. "Maybe … maybe he is already in love with his best friend," he said.
She shook her head. "There is no way that this guy would ever fall for this girl," she said.
"And why shouldn't he fall for her? Maybe she is beautiful to him and has a kind soul…"
"She is a self-obsessed bitch who dates far too much guys to deserve someone like him."
"Maybe he doesn't care about this because he knows that she is completely different underneath her rough shell," he smiled.
"Jean…" she pouted. "Why did you never tell me that you are in love with someone? I would have helped you to get the girl who like … I mean … I would have talked to her and I would have told you that you are the most awesome guy in the whole world…"
He smiled a little bit. "I am not as awesome as you think, Becky," he said.
"Of course you are!" she said as she threw herself at him to tickle him. "Hello? You are the only boy besides Roy who has the nerve to get a broken girl every time she falls down. Honestly, men like you two are great because they are obvious very kind and I really envy your future girlfriends."
He rolled his eyes. "That won't be happening that soon," he said. "The girl I like doesn't see me…"
Rebecca pouted. "I would say, she is pretty stupid if she doesn't see you. I mean, you are tall…"
He laughed and rolled on top of her to tickle her sides. "Sometimes I really wonder why it's so hard to talk about feeling," he muttered. "I mean … we are supposed to talk about that stuff, aren't we?"
"Yes," she said. "Alright, how long do you have been in love, Jean?"
"Oh … probably since kindergarten," he said.
She tilted her head. "And you are sure that it's not Rize?"
"Rebecca!" he shouted. "That's totally gross and … well … Roy would totally kill me!"
She nodded. "That's likely," she said. "Who would have thought that our favourite playboy was in love with her all along?" she shook her head. "Well … tell me something about her, alright?"
He sighed as he hugged her tightly. "Well, she is eighteen like me … and she is beautiful," he said. "But lately she has some trouble with herself … but I promised her that I would be always there to help her even though she belongs – most of the time I knew her – to someone else. She often calls me and then I go to pick her up. Honestly, over the years, I walked for miles and miles … but I really don't care about it at all because … well … I think she really needs me."
Rebecca held him in her arms while her eyes were trained onto the floor. It sounded so much like her but she knew that there was no way in hell that he could have fallen for her. "And you don't mind?" she asked.
He smiled. "I don't mind it at all," he said. "Yes, it often rains when I go to pick her up but that gives me a good excuse to hug her and to tell her that everything will be alright soon. I want to give her back the smile she lost some years ago because … well … I really love her and I can't stand to see her sad."
The dark-haired girl bit her lower lip before she looked back at him. "What's her name?" she asled.
He hesitated for a second.
"Jean, just tell me her name," she said.
He inhaled deeply. "Rebecca Catalina," he confessed.
Her lips met his. "And I love you too, Jean Havoc," she said.
People, when I forget to update something, please tell me! I write so much, I completey forgot about this! It was finished for weeks!