When Lightning Strikes

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Chapter 14 (v.1)

Submitted: March 26, 2012

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Submitted: March 26, 2012

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One Thing – One Direction (Jason’s point of view)

~ I was just listening to the song while I was writing this chapter, and I realised the lyrics relates with the dashing Jason Levine!

ALSO, OMG GUYS!!! I just realised that I updated everyone saying that 'chapter 12' was up ... T_T I'm such a fail. How embarrassing. Sorry about that, I actually meant 14!

Anyway ... hope you enjoy, lovelies xoxo

Now that Ruby had left, my quiet surroundings reminded me of how lonely I felt. She had a lunch date with a cousin and couldn’t miss it, as she rarely was able to see her. This left me to find something to do, as I desperately wanted to take Vince off my mind. Sometimes I just felt like bursting into tears and I did not want that happening.

I headed upstairs to have a look at my to-do list on my whiteboard, as I wanted to be productive. No moping around.

In the end, I decided to start on the report due in a month or so, on my teaching experience. After writing up a page and replying to e-mails from friends that I had met in Paris, I found that I had killed off nearly two hours of work. I stretched a bit before walking downstairs to find something to eat for lunch. Cold-cut sandwiches caught my eye and I brought them to the lounge room.

After popping in the DVD for How To Lose A Guy In Ten Days, I contently rested back on the L-shaped sofa with my plate of sandwiches on my lap. It had always been tradition for Ruby and I to watch our favourite movies when one of us went through a hard time, but right now Ruby had other commitments. I didn’t mind, as it would be awkward if she was the one cheering me up. She couldn’t say things like ‘he doesn’t deserve you’ or ‘don’t worry, I’m here for you’, because she was the girl who Vince was smitten with. She was the girl who returned his feelings.

As my mind kept straying from Matthew McConaughey’s handsomeness and back to my non-existent love life, the doorbell rang. Assuming it was my parents, I let them make their own way inside with their keys. I wasn’t bothered to get up from the couch until it rang again.

It was Jason.

“What are you doing here?” I asked, not bothering to contain my surprise.

“I’m here to pick up your sister. We’re going house hunting.”

“Aubrey’s not here at the moment, but she will be soon.” I let him in and we sat down next to each other on the sofa. “So you’re still trying to find a house?”

Aubrey had mentioned a few times that she had been out looking for penthouses or apartments but that was last year. I thought she would have found something by now, but then again, it was a long process.

Jason shrugged. “Aubs is thinking of looking for one nearer to the city or coast.”

I gasped. She had never told me that she planned to move that far! The drive was a few hours away from here so I would hardly have any time to see her.

“But … but that’s so far!” I cried out.

Jason laughed. “That’s what I said, but whatever makes her happy …”

I caught his expression – the same forlorn and tired one when he had been arguing with Aubrey at the engagement party. I wondered what he was thinking.

“I can tell something’s wrong,” I pointed out, making him blink in surprise. “What’s wrong? You can talk to me you know, I’m already your sister.”

He smiled and carefully took my hand in his. I loved the feel of his hand – just a bit bigger than mine and smooth, but still callously manly. I tried hard to ignore the strange tingles going down my spine.

“That means a lot to me, Gracie.”

We sat like that, hands together, as he continued. It felt right. Comfortable. As if it was what was natural.

“I don’t really want to live in the city. It’s too loud there and I hate the hustle and bustle. The big city lights just don’t attract me.”

I nodded, totally agreeing. “Yeah, and there’s the pollution too.”

Cities were pretty, but I could never imagine myself living in places such as New York, where it was crowded and filled with skyscrapers. Of course, I wouldn’t mind visiting as I loved to travel, but home would always be a small pretty town, much like ours.

Jason laughed, dazzling me with the sound of his voice. It suited him. “There’s a plus!” his face then became serious again before saying, “I don’t mind the idea of the coast as well, but Aubrey’s thinking of places like Malibu. Although I like the beach, that’s definitely not to the place for me and it’s too far away from here. I want to be around my family and friends, you know?”

“Same here,” I said softly, reflecting on what he had just told me. “I could never leave this town. I’ve always imagined living here for the rest of my life, probably in one of those little vintage cottages by the pond.”

His eyes met mine as I described to him my own little future house. It was as if he was trying to send me a message. From the way his eyes lit up and his mouth curved upwards slightly, I figured it out. We were both thinking the same thing.

He cleared his throat, which made me snap my eyes away. “But Aubrey doesn’t like this town too much.”

I frowned, processing this entire new information in. “Why? She’s never told me that!”

Jason scratched his neck. “I’m not sure why she didn’t tell you, but I know why she wants to move. Aubrey’s a city girl. You know what I mean right?”

Of course I did. Aubrey always stood out around town in her classic shift dresses, online-bought Roberto Cavalli heels and leather Chanel purses. Sometimes in the summer, she even wore wide hats like Audrey Hepburn. Our town wasn’t what you called a fancy city. We were more laid back, but we still had nicely decorated lawns, gardens and houses. Shopping was usually done in the pavilion square instead of a department store.

“I guess it’s expected …”

Jason sighed. “Yeah, I’ll miss everyone here.”

His fast resignation made me tingle with something acute to anger. It was strange. I was never usually one to easily become aggravated, and here I was gritting my teeth! Why wasn’t he standing up for himself? It was clear that he objected the idea of moving far away, so why wasn’t he saying anything?

“Jason!” I exclaimed, making him jump slightly. “Does Aubrey know that you have no desire to move to the city?”

His lips tightened. “You don’t need to concern yourself, Gracie. We’ve already talked …”

You mean ‘we’ve already fought’, I thought. He didn’t finish his answer and I felt a stab of pain. How could Aubrey be so blind and determined to run away from here? My mind zoned back onto the night of the engagement party and I sighed. What was I doing busying my nose into other people’s business anyway?

Oh well.

“Jason, I think you should put up more of a fight. I’m not calling you weak,” I hastily added, “and I’m not saying anything bad about my sister … but choosing a house is a big decision and I don’t want you regretting anything. When that happens, there’s tension and when there’s tension, there’s fights and when there’s too many fights …”

It ends.

Jason had watched me intently the whole time, taking my speech in. He let go of our entwined hands and I suddenly missed the warmth and sturdiness of his hand.

Get a grip! I told myself. I had just broken up with Vince and here I was, revelling in the feeling of my soon-to-be brother in law’s hand. I really must miss having a boyfriend.

“Gracie? Gracie?”

My head snapped up and my cheeks flamed pink. “I-I’m sorry. What did you say?”

He chuckled and smiled adoringly at me. His dimples reminded me of his sister, Delilah, and I thought it was cute how they shared the same feature.

“I was calling your name and you seemed to be zoned out.”

“I was,” I admitted. “So what did you say?”

“I asked what you were thinking about.” Jason paused. “Were you perhaps thinking about a certain French man?”

I rolled my eyes. Why did everyone have the need to call him names to do with his nationality?

“We’re not together anymore,” I said emotionlessly. Well … I hoped it sounded like it.

“Oh … I’m sorry,” he immediately apologised, looking panicked. “I don’t want to remind you of it … but you know you can talk to me. I’m your brother already.”

He used the same words as me but with the word ‘brother’ and I had to smile. I’ve never had a brother.

“It turns out that Vince and Ruby have feelings for each other,” I explained, avoiding his gaze by looking at the plasma TV.

“Ruby?” His eyebrows furrowed as he tried to remember who she was. I had to admit, he looked so boyishly cute while doing that.

I bit my lip, preparing for his reaction. “She’s my best friend.”

Now, Jason’s eyebrows shot up reasonably. “You’re kidding …”

I shook my head sadly. I was alright with the whole thing, but watching other people react to the news made me feel worse and slightly pity myself.

"Gracie …” Jason murmured in my ear. I shivered. “You know you can talk to me.”

So I did. Ignoring the movie, I blurted out about our double date, how I had been so naïve not to notice how much Vince and Ruby paid attention to each other, how Lennon and I had practically been ignored, the guilt of being stuck in the middle, the pain of realising how Vince and I hadn’t harboured deep feelings for each other …

“You just haven’t met the right guy, that’s all,” Jason assured. Surprisingly, he was very good at all this. Usually, I found that guys ran the other direction when women had drama issues they needed to get off their chests.

“Well when, Jason? When? I’ve had a lot of boyfriends and none of them were for me! It seems like all I’m doing is searching for a pin in a haystack!”

I knew there were a few girls who were envious of how I could easily attain a date. Lorelei would always moan about how she could not get the attention of a cow. She said I had it all in the boys department, but how could that be true?

When I looked at my parents, I knew they had it all. Ainsley’s parents, Henry and Lainie. Cale and Stella.

The way they looked at each other was as if they were falling in love all over again. Now why couldn’t I have that? Was it too much to ask for? Or was this punishment of some sort for experimenting around with boys in the first place?

“You have to be patient.” Jason hesitantly put an arm around my shoulder, holding my curled form into his chest. I snuggled closer because it felt so right. His woodsy scent overwhelmed me and I longed to bury my face into his neck.

“I can’t be patient,” I muttered. All my thoughts and insecurities from the night before leaked out. “No person can love me.”

It was unnatural for me to be spilling all this out. Deep down inside, I knew I was being stupid, but I couldn’t help but think that.

“Nonsense Gracie. We love you. Your family, your friends …”

I felt a tear slip from my eye as I thought about Vince. Perfect, gorgeous Vince who had left me for someone else. Someone who was absolutely beautiful and pure – my own best friend.

I was complete trash compared to Ruby and it hurt to know that.

“Don’t think about Vince. Don’t cling onto him, you hear me, Gracie?” I sniffed into his t-shirt, which clung to his taut muscles. I wasn’t sobbing my heart out yet, but soon I would be if I kept thinking negative thoughts.

Jason’s smooth fingers slipped under my chin, making me peer up at him beneath my lashes. I felt my eyes become more watery.

“You’ll find him, someday. You will.”

My heart clenched as I became lost in the swirls and depth of his sea-blue eyes. Framed with light lashes, they looked more beautiful than I’ve ever seen.

“Jason?” I whispered hoarsely. I probably sounded like I was waking up from a dream.

His eyes bored into mine. “When you meet the man of your dreams, he’ll treat you like his queen, cherish you most and love you forever. You deserve the happiness he’ll bring you and don’t you doubt it. You’re so beautiful and caring and innocent and …”

I was entranced by his words and his presence. Something in my heart told me that he was slowly becoming hypnotised with me too.

Eyes locked, Jason’s gorgeous face loomed closer. Closer than I would have ever thought possible. Our noses touched, our breath mingled …

My eyes fluttered close and our lips touched, slowly melding together. His lips were silky honey as they glided against mine. A warm, tingly feeling spread from my lips to my toes and a fire I’ve never felt before ignited in me.

My hands found his chest and I hesitantly began to feel the smooth muscles underneath. To my surprise, Jason groaned softly and leaned forward to deepen the kiss. One hand stroked my waist and the other was going through the strands of my blonde hair. The feeling of his hands on me was making me go crazy.

Jason, Jason, Jason … that was the only thing running through my head.

I never wanted this to end. I would never get enough of him …

Clack!

Both of us sprang apart, startled and slightly dazed as a small rock or pebble bounced back against the window. Alarmed, I craned my neck to peer out of the front window. There was nothing, only a sleek black car doing a U-turn on someone else’s driveway.

I turned back to Jason, still breathing heavily. My senses came back to me as I stared at him, eyes wide.

Oh.my.god.

What did we do?!

I was too shocked to say anything. I kissed Jason. Jason kissed me. We kissed!

Suddenly, it dawned on me that we weren’t supposed to be kissing. He was my sister’s fiancé! My expression contorted into one of horror.

“Jason …” I was still shaky. “What did we just do?”

He looked as stunned as I was, except he seemed to more composed. The only indication of his shock was from his eyes. On the other hand, I was shaking from head to toe.

“Oh god, Gracie. Shit … I’m so sorry.”

Sorry? The hollow word made me look up. He regretted the kiss?

Well of course he did, my rational brain scolded me. He’s in love and happily engaged with your sister!

I wanted to cry even more now. I made such a big mess of things by going behind Aubrey’s back. I betrayed her. We both had. Oh my god …

I hadn’t even thought of Aubrey until now. During that kiss, not once did she enter my mind to yell at me for kissing her man. Now, images of her happy smile, sisterly hugs and protectiveness rushed through me at full force.

Tears sprung to my eyes once again. “I’m so horrible!”

“You’re not, Gracie.”

I saw Jason staring at me with a heartbroken expression. What was he thinking? He must care for me, I decided. His brilliant blue eyes held nothing but concern … and maybe even love. But it was love for a sister, not a lover.

Ugh! I couldn’t believe I was beating myself up about being unhappy with his unreciprocated feelings. It wasn’t supposed to have an effect on me, but it did. Why? Was I attracted to him? Did I like him? After that passionate kiss, I couldn’t answer that question with a ‘no’.

I realised another thing. I was what Michelle called a slut. After all, I had only ended a relationship with Vince yesterday! What was I doing, prancing around from my ex to a promised man?!

All these different thoughts swirled through my head as I sat there, unmoving. I didn’t dare look up at Jason. He must’ve thought I was a freak with all this crying.

“Maybe I should go,” I heard him whisper.

I didn’t say anything. I didn’t stop him.

As he walked out, my cell phone on the coffee table vibrated. I blindly reached out for it to see a text.

I know what you did.

My silent weeping turned into heavy sobs and I was left with the sad, awful feeling of wondering who had seen us.


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