Avery Jameson clips/oneshots

Right here waiting

Alternate ending of the firework scene in the Hawthorne legacy 

My heart started racing again as several more loud fireworks shot into the sky. I squeezed my eyes shut as to not think about it, but gave up as the fear flooded all my senses. Jameson was still on the ground with me, which made me feel safer. He was in the black wood with me after all. However, Grayson had already disappeared into the elevator. Feelings weren't really his thing. They usually weren't mine either. 

I tried to get up, but ultimately, failed. My legs felt weak and numb. I hated feeling so helpless and weak. And i hated myself for giving into the fear, allowing it to take control. I reached one arm out with the intentions of pulling myself up with the seat behind me, but something grabbed my hand first. Jamesons. His hand was still warm. As i squeezed it ever so slightly, I started to lift myself up. His hand supporting me. As his free hand found its way to my hips, I got up. I wobbled as my heels hit the ground. Jameson grabbed both hands as to steady me. 

"They're beautiful you know." He said, watching them from over my head. The colourful light filled his eyes making them sparkle. "I don't know." I said. "I guess i'm just not ready yet." Tears falling from my eyes, i tried to turn away from him. He caught my face with his hand and brought it back to meet his gaze. As he wiped the tears falling from my face, "But i'll be right here waiting when you are." He turned me away from him to face the window. Towards the gunshots. 

Why? Not now. Please not now. You said when i was ready. I'm not ready. Stop. I can't move. Why can't i move?  I need to move. Stop. Please stop. I can't do this now. Did you not just see me break down? Do you want me to break down again? Do you want to hurt me? 

My mind started racing again. My head clouded with thoughts i never wanted to think again.  He brought his hands to either side of my face, covering my ears. My panic dispursed. Of course he wasn't trying to hurt me. Why would he? 

I watched the colorful, bright fireworks as they danced in the dark night sky, illuminating the dark stadium with their light. This didn't feel right. I didn't want it to feel right. But it did and i couldn't deny it for much longer. It was perfect.  Me, him, here, perfect. I didn't want myself to think about him, how my body fit into his, but i did. It didn't matter to me right now. Like he didn't just see me crying a minute ago.

Once the fireworks had stopped, one of Jamesons hand moved down from my ear, tracing its way down my arm. His hand closed around mine. He started back to the chairs that i had fallen out of just moments before. He sat down and i took that as my cue too sit next to him.

We sat there for most of the game. Him explaning football to me as the match went on. I had plenty of questions, but he didn't seem to mind answering them. I couldn't help but wonder how many events like theese he had gone to. 

After what seemed like ages of not talking i finally asked Jameson a question. "Why did you come up here?" He looked at me, a seemingly puzzeled expresion written on his face. "I mean when Grayson took me up here." He looked at me for a moment before answering. "You really think i would leave you alone with Gray here? By yourselves?" "Why not?" I asked him. Slightly offended by his comments. "I know my brother heiress, and besides, i wanted to see what progress you made on our bet." 

He moved closer. He angled his head down to meet mine. " If you must know, i've made excelent progress with our bet." He moved his head closer. "As have i." "Wonderful." "Indeed." It was my turn to move closer. By now i could feel his breath on my skin. He smelled like caramel, coffee, and a hint of alchohol. 

He didn't move closer. But he didn't move back either. He was taunting me. I waited to see if he would try to move again, but of course, he didn't. He wanted me too choose. I appreciated that, but i was scared. I didn't want anything to happen to Grayson and i's friendship, but also didn't want things too go south with Jameson. 

I wanted him, but i didn't want to hurt him. I kept hesitating to move forward. My thoughts flooded with every possible reality this could lead to. Why couldn't he just do it? Why is he making me choose? Everything in me said to say no but i just couldn't help it.

I leaned up until my lips met his. He kissed me. Hard. I kissed him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he snaked his arms around my waist, pulling me onto him. I latched my legs around his torso, our bodies touching everywhere. Just as the kiss depened though, i pulled away. My cheaks red and hot, i tried to catch my breath. Jamesons green eyes looked at me. "Something wrong?" How was he not out of breath? "No it's just. I don't know about this." I pointed between the two of us signaling well, whatever this was.

He sighed. "I understand." Maybe he did, but i could tell he was disapointed. I scrambled off his lap, nearly falling. He caught me and helped me sit down next to him. Still, he held onto my hand like it was all that he could hold onto. It was awhile before either one of us spoke again. Both too afraid to break the tension already seperating us. "I'm sorry." I whisperd. "You don't have anything to be sorry about." He was looking into my eyes. I could tell he mean't it. Even if it hurt him to mean it. "And don't worry heiress. When you're ready, if you're ever ready, I'll be right here waiting."