The Boat That Rocked (Rockshipping Fanfic)
Part Sixteen
Jaime stood in the kitchen, the morning sun shining through the window, holding a cold glass of water against her temple. She sighed, remembering how James' kiss had deepened yesterday, the words "I didn't want to hurt either of you" forming on his lips.
Damn you, James. I feel like the moment I met you I was wound around your little finger. Every action I've taken since has been for you.
She placed the glass down on the counter and turned to stare out of the window, small flying Pokémon visible in the sky. The city seemed so far away now and the guns, the death, even Alphonse, seemed like things she had known a very long time ago.
Her eyes were drawn to the closed bedroom door where her gun was safely hidden beneath her clothes in the top drawer beside the bed. Maybe not so long ago.
The door then opened and James emerged from the room. He was wearing pyjama bottoms, his torso bare to reveal his toned stomach and chest, the bandages wound tight around his waist and side.
Jaime watched him shuffle sleepily into the kitchen, his green eyes meeting hers. He silently moved towards her and bent down, his lips lightly touching hers.
"Mornin'" he mumbled, his voice slurred.
"You're bad in the mornings." She said simply.
He reached behind her for her glass of water. "Hmm…" he looked away. She trailed the line of his arm, his muscles shifting under his pale skin as he brought the glass to his mouth.
His eyes returned to look at her and he raised an eyebrow. She blushed and pushed him away with a hand against his chest.
"Jaime…"
"What?"
"About yesterday…"
Her body froze, her jaw tensing. "What about it?"
Her hand was still on his chest, keeping him at arm's length and he leant forwards, trying to move his face closer. Jaime fought against him but his closeness still had the same effect.
"I love you, not Jessie."
Suddenly his closeness went sour and she pushed harder.
"James- I don't want to talk about it anymore, okay?" she walked past him, grabbing her purse. "I'm going for a walk."
And so she left, closing the apartment door behind her, James' sleepy eyes following her, his expression lonely.
-#-
Jaime was sat on the grass in the park, her face tilted upwards to watch the sky. Time passed and an hour had gone by. She was about to rise when she sensed someone come towards her.
"You're 'hat woman."
Jaime's eyes widened. "Ah." It's the Meowth.
The Pokémon didn't look too pleased to see her and its tail flicked in annoyance.
"Where you going?" she asked.
"I'm goin' to the docks – problem with 'hat?" The ears twitched.
"No – no problem." She leaned back on her arms, tilting her chin, shutting her eyes. Might as well stick around now.
A few moments passed and she opened her eyes again to find that the Meowth hadn't moved and was staring at her.
"What?"
It seemed startled, her question disturbing its thoughts. "Nothin'"
It then turned, disappearing into the bushes, a light-coloured blur as it rushed away.
How nice…
-#-
James, James, James, James, James…
Meowth was running.
He was running home.
He was running home to tell Jessie.
He was running home to tell Jessie that he had found James.
Reaching the apartment, he banged violently on the door until Jessie opened it, a frown on her face, still wearing her pyjamas, rubbing sleep from her eyes. "What's going on?"
He rushed past her, into the kitchen, and leapt onto the kitchen table. "Close the door and get in here!"
Soon the red-haired woman was standing over him, an expression of disapproval glaring at him. "This better be good."
"He's here."
"What?"
"James is here."
Jessie went pale, all tiredness suddenly gone, her hand curling into a tight fist around the material of her top. "W-what do you mean?"
"There's a woman – she has James' scent."
Jessie stumbled back a step, a small laugh escaping her lips. "W-what? You're kidding, right?"
"Wait, no – I'm serious!"
"I want him back the same as you do but don't go deluding yourself." She turned away.
"Where you goin'?!" Meowth jumped off the table, following at her feet.
"I'm going to bed. It was hard at work last night," she waved a hand of dismissal. "Don't go too far."
Meowth stared in shock as she walked into her room, not even glancing at the closed door of James' bedroom, and lay down in bed, pulling the covers over her.
She doesn't believe me. She doesn't believe.
I need evidence.
I need James. We need James.
If I find that woman, I'll find James.
You watch, Jessie, I'll find him- I'll brin' him back to us.
A/N
Thank you so much for all your reviews again! I love reading them and am so glad that you guys are enjoying the story! Am not sure how many chapters this will be - I had originally thought 20, but I have a feeling it's gonna end up being a bit longer than that. Am starting University on the 9th September so the delays for updates may be even longer than the ones before but I will try! Just bear with me please :)
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