𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 | the summer i turned pretty

debutante.

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JEREMIAH'S POV:

"Girls in sundresses are my kryptonite, but I've never let one talk me into being an escort."      

      PERHAPS I HAD SPOKEN TOO SOON.

Because here I am, about to walk out on stage, smiling like a fool as I stand across from her. And I don't think I've ever been happier, prouder to be the one to walk her down those stairs and then dance the day away with her.

I had never expected myself to say yes, or to feel so giddy about it all. But I should know now that I've wrapped myself around her finger since the day I've met her. Eight-year-old me really knew what he was doing. 

Right now, she looks absolutely gorgeous. No, gorgeous doesn't even begin to describe her. She's looking at me with those eyes of hers, smiling at me like I'm some God-sent angel.

She's absolutely incredible. She's kind, caring, determined, feisty (if I do say so myself), and just so fucking wonderful.

There aren't nearly enough words in the English language to describe what I feel for her.

She's my sunshine.

I don't know what I ever did to have this sheer, pure luck.

The announcer says her name, and I meet her in the middle of the stage. As her achievements are listed off, she subtly leans in to me and whispers, "You look like a love-drunk buffoon right now." 

I turn to her, and whisper back, "You have no idea how much of a fool I am for you."

Her smile grows bigger, "Well duh, it's me." 

As we walk down the stairs, I whisper back how much I love her.

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I cheer loudly as the escorts dance, especially for Jeremiah.

God, Jeremiah Fisher. The things you do to me.

As he steps and turns, he sends me a wink and a kiss. I make a show of pretending to catch it, and he turns back to the dance floor, eyes twinkling with joy. I don't think I've stopped smiling since the ball has started. Jeremiah has such an infectious nature that whenever I'm around him, no matter how bad my mood is, he can always me happy.

He's my sunshine. 

The dance ends, and Jere is posing on the floor. As soon as he can, he stands right up and heads towards me. He pulls me into a sweet kiss that leaves me dizzy before saying, "So, how'd I do?"

"You were amazing." I place my gloved hands on his face, brushing my thumb over his cheeks. He leans into my touch, and closes his eyes, as if trying to ingrain this moment, right now, into his memory forever.

"I'm glad you think so," Jere puts his hand over my wrist, opening his eyes. "And I'm very, very glad to be here. With you."

I laugh softly, warmth spreading throughout me at his words. I pull my hands away from his face, and intertwine our fingers instead.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" He squeezes my hand. "Because I don't think I have, or ever will, see someone as dazzling as you."

 "Well, aren't you a sweet-talker?" I tease, brushing my free hand through his hair in an attempt to neaten his curls. It doesn't work though, and his hair might even be messier than before.

"I mean every single word I say to you." Jere uses his free hand to play with the ends of my hair, unintentionally mirroring me. "I love you."

"Well, it's a good thing I tolerate you too," I joke as he leans in. Before he kisses me though, he practically pouts at my words.

"Say it baack." 

My smile can't help but grow bigger. He's just so adorable.

"I love you too, idiot." He pulls me into the kiss, and I can feel him grinning against my lips. He places his free hand on my cheek, and his other hand stays intertwined with mine. Whenever I kiss Jere, the world around me seems to melt away, and it's just the two of us. 

It also helps that he's an extremely adequate kisser.

He reluctantly pulls away when the debutante dance is announced. As we walk to the floor, he says, "I'm your idiot though."

The dance starts, and we're perfectly in harmony as we go through the steps. Jere gazes at me lovingly as he twirls me out, and then back in. I gaze back at him in the same way.

Time goes by in a snap, because soon enough the music ends and the applause starts. He pulls me back up, arms still around my waist. "We crushed it."

I loop both arms around his neck. "We sure did." And I pull him close, engulfing him in a hug.

Words can't describe how happy I am when I'm with Jeremiah Fisher.

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞:

second oneshot is done! lemme know what you think :D

this one is short, but sweet. i hope you enjoyed!

also, thank you so much for almost 100 reads! :0 it's seriously crazy

as always, if you have any suggestions for future oneshots, make sure to comment them :)

have a good day!

𝐱𝐨𝐱𝐨,

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