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You Can't Have Her
18 ReviewsWe all know how serious and down-to-earth Jay is; we all know how raw he is to Theresa crush. But is there more to this? Very random J/T threeshot.
EXEEDINGLY random J/T two- or three-shot, inspired the other day when listening to a random love pop song. I think I'm the first to think of Jay like this, as though there was something underneath and he wasn't just a boring Mr. Responsibility. Read on and enjoy!!!
Title: You Can't Have Her
Chapter: Abstract: Thoughts and Memories
Pairings: DUH
Warnings: Spoilers if you haven't figured out that Theresa and Jay like each other yet. Kinda angsty Jay. Um.
I didn't know what to do.
She was beautiful. God, was she beautiful. Sleek red hair, curvy lines; sparkling green eyes brighter than emeralds. A soft laugh that sent shivers down my spine. Full rosy lips, luscious eyelashes; a feminine, yet feisty nature. And her smile-her smile was everything in the world and more...
The first time I saw her it was something out of a dream. The way she grinned at me, so nervous, yet exited; the way she talked, her voice, like anything else; even the way she said "Not exactly" charmed me, charmed me like nothing else...
But through the fantasy, the charm, the ecstasy, there was regret too. For I knew we could never be together. She was a popular, sociable, rich, and extremely attractive girl. I was nothing special: an average guy, with just barely enough looks to turn her head once or twice. I knew that, if she got interested, she would dump me within two weeks. She didn't deserve someone as boring as me.
That was why I created the image.
In my old school, I was all too easily the most popular guy. I guess I was good-looking. I knew it, then. There was no competition: I had the looks, I had the fashion sense; I had the brains and great singing voice and the sport skills. I had at least five different girls latching onto me at once; none of which seemed mine.
That was then.
This is now.
Now, I've got Neil with the looks and fashion sense, Herry with the muscle, Odie with the brains and NO fashions sense, and Archie with the sport skills. All of a sudden I wasn't anything. And on top of that, a certain weight was felt with leading a team of scatterbrain teens through saving the world. After all, if we all got killed, it would be mostly my fault.
So, I hid. Not behind a rock; not under the bed; not in the refrigerator. I meant that I hid figuratively; behind a self-created image that was made as a bombproof shelter against any girl who might be interested. I made myself out as a boring, responsible guy who barely knew how to have fun. It wasn't who I truly was; it was the opposite. But the longer I held the image, the more it seemed like me, until I barely knew which me was the true me: the social, forward, cool-guy self that was hiding its face in shame, or the serious coating I had spread on myself. Sometimes I could barely stand it; I wanted to strum the taught guitar strings and belt out a love song to Theresa, or ditch my gold-and-purple jumper for something cool and fashionable, or wink at the hottest babe around and have her swooning at my feet in an instant. But I force myself on; on, on, on as the leader of the Titans.
Theresa still had my heart in her slender fingers, though.
Of all the girls I had dated and crushed, she was the only one that was truly right for me. She had all the looks I needed, and then some. But it was what was inside that really got to me. I just didn't know what it was. All I knew was she drew me like spring wattle drew the bees; attracted me like rotting meat attracted flies.
Why?
It wasn't just her looks; there were plenty who were hotter than her, and if I were gay I would have made a beeline for Neil. But I wasn't. So why did I not make a beeline for Marissa or Adeline, the two best-looking chicks in the school? I myself did not know, and it was not important to me. What was important was Theresa; at times, nothing existed for me except Theresa, and then she was the most real thing in the world. The realest and best thing in the world.
But she would never have me.
That I knew for a fact. She would never have me. Never. If she would have, if there were even the slightest possibility that she would, I would have wooed her long ago. There were times when I thought she liked me; when I considered the possibility that, if I was more myself, she would be interested in me; but I always dismissed the thought immediately after, telling myself not to get my hopes up.
Maybe she would go for Neil. He did have the looks, after all. He would be best for her.
Maybe she would go for Herry. He had all the muscle. Girls loved muscle, didn't they?
Maybe she would go for Archie. He was all sport and fight, and was good at both.
Maybe she would go for Odie. It might be fun trying to get his physical strength up.
But no.
Neil loved himself. He might be crushing on her, but it was himself he had his heart with. And he was totally self-absorbed. He wouldn't take her--and nor her him--for all the gold in China!
Herry was all muscle--and no brain. She wouldn't go for him if he paid her a million bucks!
Archie already had Atlanta and was trying to woo her. He didn't want Theresa; his heart lay with the fiery huntress, and the fiery huntress's heart lay with him.
And most definitely not Odie! No sane girl would go for him. I roll my eyes at the very thought.
It seemed that the best guy for here was still I, in my natural self.
But she wouldn't have me; she wouldn't.
And I just kept telling myself that: she wouldn't, she wouldn't, she wouldn't.
But I wished with all of my heart that she would.
Typed this so fast it was unbelievable!! On impulse it was. What a stroke of inspiration!!! I haven't abandoned my other fanfic (yet...shifty eyes) but I want to do this first. It's way more interesting and doesn't include a lame OC! PLEASE review and maybe even rate...Luff you!
Title: You Can't Have Her
Chapter: Abstract: Thoughts and Memories
Pairings: DUH
Warnings: Spoilers if you haven't figured out that Theresa and Jay like each other yet. Kinda angsty Jay. Um.
I didn't know what to do.
She was beautiful. God, was she beautiful. Sleek red hair, curvy lines; sparkling green eyes brighter than emeralds. A soft laugh that sent shivers down my spine. Full rosy lips, luscious eyelashes; a feminine, yet feisty nature. And her smile-her smile was everything in the world and more...
The first time I saw her it was something out of a dream. The way she grinned at me, so nervous, yet exited; the way she talked, her voice, like anything else; even the way she said "Not exactly" charmed me, charmed me like nothing else...
But through the fantasy, the charm, the ecstasy, there was regret too. For I knew we could never be together. She was a popular, sociable, rich, and extremely attractive girl. I was nothing special: an average guy, with just barely enough looks to turn her head once or twice. I knew that, if she got interested, she would dump me within two weeks. She didn't deserve someone as boring as me.
That was why I created the image.
In my old school, I was all too easily the most popular guy. I guess I was good-looking. I knew it, then. There was no competition: I had the looks, I had the fashion sense; I had the brains and great singing voice and the sport skills. I had at least five different girls latching onto me at once; none of which seemed mine.
That was then.
This is now.
Now, I've got Neil with the looks and fashion sense, Herry with the muscle, Odie with the brains and NO fashions sense, and Archie with the sport skills. All of a sudden I wasn't anything. And on top of that, a certain weight was felt with leading a team of scatterbrain teens through saving the world. After all, if we all got killed, it would be mostly my fault.
So, I hid. Not behind a rock; not under the bed; not in the refrigerator. I meant that I hid figuratively; behind a self-created image that was made as a bombproof shelter against any girl who might be interested. I made myself out as a boring, responsible guy who barely knew how to have fun. It wasn't who I truly was; it was the opposite. But the longer I held the image, the more it seemed like me, until I barely knew which me was the true me: the social, forward, cool-guy self that was hiding its face in shame, or the serious coating I had spread on myself. Sometimes I could barely stand it; I wanted to strum the taught guitar strings and belt out a love song to Theresa, or ditch my gold-and-purple jumper for something cool and fashionable, or wink at the hottest babe around and have her swooning at my feet in an instant. But I force myself on; on, on, on as the leader of the Titans.
Theresa still had my heart in her slender fingers, though.
Of all the girls I had dated and crushed, she was the only one that was truly right for me. She had all the looks I needed, and then some. But it was what was inside that really got to me. I just didn't know what it was. All I knew was she drew me like spring wattle drew the bees; attracted me like rotting meat attracted flies.
Why?
It wasn't just her looks; there were plenty who were hotter than her, and if I were gay I would have made a beeline for Neil. But I wasn't. So why did I not make a beeline for Marissa or Adeline, the two best-looking chicks in the school? I myself did not know, and it was not important to me. What was important was Theresa; at times, nothing existed for me except Theresa, and then she was the most real thing in the world. The realest and best thing in the world.
But she would never have me.
That I knew for a fact. She would never have me. Never. If she would have, if there were even the slightest possibility that she would, I would have wooed her long ago. There were times when I thought she liked me; when I considered the possibility that, if I was more myself, she would be interested in me; but I always dismissed the thought immediately after, telling myself not to get my hopes up.
Maybe she would go for Neil. He did have the looks, after all. He would be best for her.
Maybe she would go for Herry. He had all the muscle. Girls loved muscle, didn't they?
Maybe she would go for Archie. He was all sport and fight, and was good at both.
Maybe she would go for Odie. It might be fun trying to get his physical strength up.
But no.
Neil loved himself. He might be crushing on her, but it was himself he had his heart with. And he was totally self-absorbed. He wouldn't take her--and nor her him--for all the gold in China!
Herry was all muscle--and no brain. She wouldn't go for him if he paid her a million bucks!
Archie already had Atlanta and was trying to woo her. He didn't want Theresa; his heart lay with the fiery huntress, and the fiery huntress's heart lay with him.
And most definitely not Odie! No sane girl would go for him. I roll my eyes at the very thought.
It seemed that the best guy for here was still I, in my natural self.
But she wouldn't have me; she wouldn't.
And I just kept telling myself that: she wouldn't, she wouldn't, she wouldn't.
But I wished with all of my heart that she would.
Typed this so fast it was unbelievable!! On impulse it was. What a stroke of inspiration!!! I haven't abandoned my other fanfic (yet...shifty eyes) but I want to do this first. It's way more interesting and doesn't include a lame OC! PLEASE review and maybe even rate...Luff you!
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