Spotlight Girl //a Jeremy Jordan Fanfic//

Eight: Filling In the Gaps

Jeremy's POV

Stepping aside to let Jamie in, I close the door gently behind her and walking over to the desk and sit down, gesturing for her to take a seat too.

She sits down across from me on the couch against the opposite wall. She looked nervous and fidgety, but I didn't blame her. I had been riddled with anxiety and hadn't stopped pacing back and fourth in the room since I asked Steve at Stage Door to send that message over the PA system.

We were both silent for a few minutes, the tension that hung in the air you could cut with a knife and I realised I hadn't thought this far ahead in my plan to speak with her. I had no idea what to say or ask or how to even begin to explain why I needed to have this heart to heart with her and I felt my throat close up every time I tried to speak...

"Now," I finally manage, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees. "You're probably wondering why I asked for you..." I say, glancing over at her, seeing her nod slowly, her  hands  intertwining with each other.

"Well, to be completely honest, I don't know why I did either," I answer honestly, lacing my own fingers together and resting my head on them. "I guess I need answers..."

Jamie nodded, genuinely looking as though she completely understood what I meant. "Yeah...I guess I am too." She replied, surprising not only me but also herself.

Taking a deep breath she looks up at me for the first time since she walked in and asks. "In the early 2000s, do you remember starting an email exchange with a girl named Julia?"

My heart leapt into my throat. I knew it, I knew the name Matthews was familiar! I nod in answer to her question and she sighed, as though in relief of my response.

"Well, that makes things so much simpler," she explains, picking up her bag from the floor of the dressing room and digging around inside it. "At least now I'm certain I have the right guy."

Furrowing my brow curiously, I watch as she pulls out a notebook and a stack of papers from the bag and stands up, making her way over to me and handing them over. I take them hesitantly and take a look at the stack of papers. my heart skipped a beat as I read the words from the email correspondence me and Julia had all those years ago...

My palms were sweating as I flipped through the pages, words and phrases and inside jokes and love songs we wrote for one another filling my head, the melodies and the chords flowing through my head and my heart as loud and clear as though they had just been played mere moments ago.

Tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill onto the pages but I quickly blinked them away as Jamie's words filled my ears.

"Julia was my mother," she explained, gesturing to the notebook I was holding, opening the cover and flipping through the pages, stopping on a page that had an ultra scan image. "She had me when she was 16." She gestured to the date.

12th September 2001

The mouth went very dry. That was the day she sent me the last email. The one that said that she was breaking up with me and that it'd be best for us both to never contact each other again. I read the first paragraph of the entry.

Life began growing inside me a month ago today. Though I only found out a few days ago. Telling my Mum and Dad was the hardest part. Mum yelled and ranted, calling me a stupid and foolish girl while Dad just stared at the ground silently. After Mum stormed off, I begged for Dad to say something, anything, even if he yelled, it would be better than the silent treatment he was currently giving me, but he remained silent, standing from his chair, taking his coat from the coat rack, kissing me gently on the forehead and leaving the house for one of his walks. That's when I knew I really messed up.