Bad Stepmoms & Rooftops - Drabble(Jamie and Jude)
It was cold, and there was no denying that. I was too stubborn to go back into my room and grab a jacket, too stubborn to climb back through my window and give up my perch on the rooftop. I laid my head back, and I finally let the tears escape. It was hard, being here without mom, without Cassie. The house held so many memories, so many of the times that we all shared when we were one, big happy family, with a mother who cared more about us than herself and a father who loved our mother like a man should love a woman.
The window behind me slid open, and there stood Jamie. I wiped the tears from my face, smearing mascara along the edge of my yellow shirt and I tried to hold in a sob, but to my dismay I broke down even more.
Jamie hoisted himself through the window and sat down next to me, placing his arms around me and holding me so that my head rested on his shoulder. My mascara stained his white shirt, but he didn’t care, he just held me until I stopped crying.
“Jude, what happened back there, what Rebecca said to you, that was not okay, not in any capacity,” he spoke softly, and continued to stroke my arm.
“Rebecca isn’t her, Rebecca could never be her,” I sobbed louder, choking on a breath.
“It’s hard to lose a parent, it’s hard to lose anyone who cares about you. I might not have lost my mom in the same way you did, but I lost her to drugs, and to me that’s as good as dead,” he let out the word before he could even realize what he was saying.
“I-I didn’t know that, I-I’m sorry Jamie,” I wiped my eyes and looked up at him, hoping the welling of tears would just disappear.
“I shouldn’t have brought it up.” I kept quiet, the sternness in his voice brought me back to laying against his shoulder, for fear that I did something wrong, when suddenly it was happening.
He placed his hand on my neck and he was kissing me, and it was happening so fast, and so amazingly. He held me there for a few minutes, a kiss that I could never want to let go from, and finally we parted for breath.
“Woah is right,” he said before pulling me and kissing me again, this time with more desperation, more want. His lips were perfect, this moment, this moment was perfect. All the pain melted away into this, all of the tension and all of the people inside began to melt away.
He pulled back again and looked at me, rubbing his thumb across my cheek.
“I never want to see you crying again, you hear me? You’re too beautiful for that,” he said before placing a kiss on my forehead. He pulled me back into his arms, and I slowly drifted off on his shoulder, allowing anything surrounding me to drown out.
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