Hey! This would be Rachel's idea, she's just full of them!
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"You've got to be kidding," Jerome laughed, leaning back in the black leather chair, blinking "I can't need glasses! I have perfect vision!"
"Mr Clarke please," the optician tried to calm down the 18 year old boy. "Your vision is 20-20 yes, but you'll need to wear glasses, at least for a couple of months, too many cinema trips, and going on your computer in the dark. You're lucky the damage you've down to your eyes isn't permanent, but you'll need glasses," Jerome groaned, letting his head fall back. "Mr Clarke," he frowned at the young man "It really isn't that big of a deal,"
"Oh what do you know?" he snapped. Then sighed again, spotting that the optician had glasses. "Right." He muttered, shaking his head "I'll go pick out a pair then,"
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Jerome bit his bottom lip hard, suddenly regretting sitting in the back for every single classroom. He tried squinting, but he just could not read the board. He glanced at Alfie's book and groaned in annoyance when he saw the boy was just sketching aliens. His fingers itched to sneak into his blazer pocket and pull out his glasses, but he couldn't. It would completely ruin his reputation.
Mara turned, from the row just in front of him, and he relaxed slightly. Mara Jaffray, his beautiful, intelligent, kind and caring girlfriend. She smiled "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," he nodded, assuring her "Don't worry, I'm absolutely fine," He watched her, even when she turned back. She wore glasses, but the difference was, she looked stunning in them anyway, they suited her, they suited her and they reflected her personality. He barely noticed when she was wearing them, or when she wasn't, he looked past anything plastic when he stared at her, so he could just the true, raw beauty, that was Mara Jaffray.
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Jerome closed the door, taking a deep breath, put on his glasses. A sigh of relief left him, as everything in his bedroom came into focus. He lay on his bed, crossing his ankles over, and lifted up his book, scanning to the right page, and he read, quite comfortably. Hours went by, as the afternoon faded and the warm evening came, Mara knocked on his door, and he greeted her in without a second thought.
She froze in the doorway.
"What's wrong gorgeous?" he asked, quirking an eyebrow. He stood suddenly, dropping his book. His glasses! Oh how stupid was he? "These are-"
Mara had propelled herself towards him, throwing her arms around his neck, stopping his from reaching up and removing the metal. He wrapped his arms around her waist, confused, but of course, not complaining. She pulled back with a smile "You wear glasses?"
"No, these aren't permanent, I hate them,"
She looked surprised "Why? They look so good." His eyebrows rose, and he laughed
"Kinky."
"Jerome," she whacked his arm, sitting on his bed, he joined her "You look...as stereotypical as it is, insanely intelligent," her voice dropped into a whisper "And you know how attractive I find intelligent people,"
"The girl who had a crush on Einstein when she was 9," he relaxed slightly, not as self conscious.
"They suit you," she examined him again, nodding with a blush "Definitely," Jerome half smiled
"Really?"
"It's my catnip, Jerome Clarke," she said matter of factly "My boyfriend in glasses, congratulations, you found my weak spot," she leaned forward to kiss him again, and he smiled happily against her. He broke the kiss, for one of the first times in their relationship
"You really like it?"
"Yeah," Mara nodded eagerly, truthfully, "Don't you have something like that?"
"Red." he said quickly, without thinking. Mara laughed
"Really? As simple as that? The colour red?"
"Well, not just that," he admitted, looking down at their intertwined hands, she waited for him to elaborate, her glittering eyes a promise that she would keep it to herself. "You, wearing my red shirt, and you have this uh..." he ducked his head even father down "You have this white summer dress, you know the one you wore to prom last term," Mara laughed
"Thought about it a lot then?"
He met her eyes again, with a gentle smirk
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"Yes," Jerome whispered, nodding in awe the next week as Mara smiled at him. She was wearing her white, sleeveless prom dress, his large, red shirt over the top, with the sleeves rolled up, it contrasted greatly and it was better than Jerome had ever imagined. She looked at him, purple shirt with the indigo skinny tie, and his glasses.
"Yes," she nodded, holding both his hands as they stood in his room. "You won't need the glasses for very long, will you?"
"I'll get fake ones made," he whispered, kissing her nose "Just so you can pretend I'm a noble prize winner while you kiss me,"
Mara rolled her eyes "I think about you when I kiss you, surprisingly," he chuckled "I can't believe you didn't like your glasses,"
He smiled, smirking at her, "You look so beautiful,"
"The power of red,"
"The power of glasses,"
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