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Hours had passed since Jeremiah had put Jewel to bed, his mind still replaying the almost-kiss they shared in the water. He opened her door as quietly as he could, looking over at the girl still asleep in bed. He moved to lay beside her, pushing her hair back out of her face and gently waking her up.
"Hey." He smiled, watching as her lips formed their own weak smile.
"How are you feeling?" He asked, mainly wondering if she had remembered the interaction they had.
"Less drunk." She laughed quietly, Jeremiah giving a small smile in response.
"Yeah, you should probably start knowing your limit." He told her, watching as she sat up in the bed and rubbed her eyes.
"Uh, how's your memory?" He asked, a nervous laughter emitting from him.
"Hazy. Why did I do something?" She asked, not feeling as if she had been drunk enough to do anything too disastrous.
"No, no. There's a lot of tequila in three margaritas, that's all." He lied, not wanting to bring up the memory if she had no recollection of it.
"It's almost time for fireworks." He told her, lifting himself up from the bed before helping her up. Her bathing suit was still slightly damp, having not been able to change her clothes in a respectable manner when he had put her to bed. He watched as she slipped a long shirt on over her bikini, before making her way out of the room. Jeremiah followed her path to the kitchen, the girl putting her hair up into a messy updo. Jeremiah hadn't paid much attention to the simple look any other summer, but he liked when her hair was up. Her neck was always on full display and it made her collarbones look more toned and prominent. He watched as she leaned over the counter, grabbing another margarita glass.
"No, I think we're all good on those right now." Jeremiah denied, slipping the glass from her hand.
"Relax. I'm fine now, Jere." She told him, attempting to reach for the glass. She knew he wasn't going to cave in however as she watched him taking a step back from her.
"Yeah, you're fine now. You won't be after more of these." Jeremiah reminded her, a concerning glance tied in with his words. He watched as she rolled her eyes, setting the glass on the counter behind him.
"What's going on with you?" He asked, knowing something was different about the girl this summer. She was no longer than quiet girl who avoided alcohol and parties. She had made herself known to Jeremiah this year.
"What are you talking about?" Jewel asked, her eyebrows furrowed together.
"Every time you have an opportunity to drink, you get plastered." He told her, Jewel's eyes rolling once again.
"They're parties, Jere. That's kind of the point." She retaliated, reaching behind him to grab the drink from the counter.
"No, it's not." He argued, placing one hand on the drink as he tried to pull it back toward him.
"Jere, let go." She fought, both teens keeping a tight grip on the glass.
"Can we just talk?" He asked, the girl attempting to pull the glass back toward her.
"Fine." He caved with annoyance, accidentally releasing the glass too soon. The red liquid soaked the front of her t-shirt, Jewel sucking in a breath at the feeling of the cold drink against her chest. They both knew the t-shirt was ruined, getting a stain like that out almost impossible. Jeremiah felt frozen in his place, a feeling of guilt overtaking him.
"Jewel, I didn't mean to..." He attempted to tell her, watching as she pulled the wet t-shirt from her body and made her way out the back door.
"Jewel." He called out, sighing as he watched the door slam behind her.
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The Summer I Fell
Fanfiction•IN WHICH the yearly reuniting of Jeremiah Fisher and Amalia Jewel Barlowe sparks more than just fireworks. STATUS: Completed (SEQUEL PUBLISHED) HIGHEST RATING: #3 in JeremiahFisher, #1 in thesummeriturnedpretty THE SUMMER I TURNED PRETTY FANFICTIO...