After checking out some stories I saw that authors like to post on their profiles what they think certain outfits look like or what their characters would look I've decided that I'm going to do that too, but start with this story only because it's my best and probably longest. So if you wanna see what my version of the outfits would be, it'll be on my profile.

I'm so glad people are liking this story and I seriously hope some more E&J fanfics come about because of this. Seriously! There isn't even one!

I'll skip the rant and go to the disclaimer: I just don't. Except for Sam. I do own Sam, and he'd be a cutie. You probably won't understand that until you read this, so ...

Jenny stared out the window. She felt awake, but unconscious to her surroundings. Erik was nowhere, and she was alone. She wondered if he'd come back.

The door creaked open. Speak of the devil, she thought calmly. She was concentrating on her breathing, on not worrying about the other stuff. He was in a pair of old sweats. Eric sat on the bed carefully, like his weight might tip Jenny off. He sank into the sheets with her, his eyes closed. He was tired.

She felt tired too. Tired of pretending and not knowing and waiting.

She took his hand and traced the remains of the scar on his wrist. Jenny saw him flinch, but he didn't open his eyes. She thought about the very first day they'd met, when he'd told her his story. She knew every now and again, he'd slip up again. He'd fall down the dark hole that had caused him depression. Her eyes pricked at the thought of Erik trying to kill himself.

But Jenny always picked him back up again, like a good friend should. Were they friends? Did he think of her as more?

"Do you ever think about it? About- About hurting yourself?" she asked, still tracing the healing injury. Erik paused, taking in her words.

"When I'm alone, if Serena's gone off somewhere for days. When mum has a new boyfriend and I don't matter anymore. But when I'm with you, I can't even imagine why I'd ever want to," he said quietly. Jenny's heart skipped a beat automatically at the thought of Erik being happy with her. It was silly, because if Erik didn't feel that way he wouldn't be here right now. But still . . .

"Well, then, I don't plan on leaving you alone anytime soon," she said jokingly, but she meant it. Erik didn't reply. Jenny just watched him, with his eyes shut. He fell asleep, his head on her shoulder. Jenny didn't have the heart to move him.

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Jenny bounded through the streets in her favourite coat and tights. She felt ecstatic. She was full of energy and sparks and, dare she say it, love. She was also freezing her arse off.

People smirked at her as she jumped up and down at the Starbuck's line. She wanted to stick her tongue out at them, but decided not to push it.

Skipping through the streets, her insides warm with hot chocolate, Jenny hummed aimlessly to herself.

Her eyes roamed the tall buildings and the trees and the busy people hustling by. She wondered what they were thinking. Everyone here had a story, everyone had a past. But only she knew that hers was easily the best. Because, really, what kind of story was it without Erik?

And then her heart quickened. She felt shivers down her spine as the light reflected the light brown strands of his hair. She saw the happy look in his dark eyes and glowed for a second. But only a second.

Because next to Erik was an incredibly handsome boy. He was all blond hair and blue eyes and sweet smile and freckles. Her heart faltered.

They're just friends, she told herself as she took a few slow steps for the two guys.

Just friends. Her feet dragged against the pavement.

Just . . . Just . . . She was a metre away.

"Look, Erik, I really like you," said the blond boy. Erik's cheeks flooded with colour.

"I like you too."

If Jenny hadn't heard her own heart shatter, she might've thought this moment was adorable. It really was adorable. It was just all wrong. All meddled and twisted and heartbreaking.

Jenny gulped as she put on her best fake smile.

"Erik?" she asked innocently. Erik's- Erik's- She couldn't bare think the word boyfriend. Erik's friend turned and raised an eyebrow.

"Jenny," Erik greeted with a small wave, not daring to look Jenny in the eyes. "This is my, er-"

"Boyfriend," he finished, his blue eyes sparkling. Jenny held back the grimace as he spoke. "I'm Sam. You want a coffee, E?"

Erik nodded weakly. As Sam turned around the corner, she narrowed her eyes and glared at him. It was the one thing holding her back from breaking down. Her anger was her way out.

"You don't even like coffee," she hissed at him.

Erik shrugged, his eyes still on his feet. Jenny waited impatiently for an answer, the anger building and building until she thought she'd explode.

"Sam does. And maybe I'll get to like it someday too."

Jenny didn't know if the double meaning was really there, or whether she'd imagined it – but all she could hear was Erik telling her that Sam was his distraction. So he didn't fall in love with Jenny.

"Well I think you're just fine without the coffee," she fired back, trying to make him see reason. This was getting ridiculous.

Erik sighed, finally making eye contact. His dark eyes were black, emotionless. She didn't like the cold look on his face. "Well its not who I am, okay? I was always meant to like coffee! It goes against everything I thought I was if I suddenly start liking-" Erik coughed. "If I suddenly start liking hot chocolate," he said, much more calmly and quietly.

"So that's it? You're just going against all this stuff for him? Because you have this idea in your head that you're not meant for me?"

Erik shot her another blank look. "We were talking about drinks, Jenny."

And with that, Erik followed his new supposed love. She clutched on the trunk of a tree for support, feeling the tears prickle her eyes and fall before she could stop them.