"Jay!" I shouted across his lawn. He stopped and turned back to face me which made my stomach twist in ways I didn't know it could. "They're a rotten crowd, you're worth the whole dam bunch put together." He smiled at me with that charming smile and turned to walk away, but before I knew what I was doing I said what was really on my mind "I love you!" I had this sinking feeling in my stomach that if I didn't tell him now, I'd never get the chance. Looking back, I've always been glad I said it.
He froze, seemingly thinking for a moment. Before he walked back over to the railing. "What do you mean, old sport!" He shouted to me.
Did I even know what I meant? I'm not sure I did. I knew Gatsby had always intrigued me. This lavish man had caught my eye and whether I loved him romantically or not was still a debate I had in my head at this moment.
"Jay, please come over here... I have a bad feeling about what will happen if I leave you!" I shouted, feeling the tears starting to rush hotly down my face.
Jay seemed hesitant as he opened the gate from his patio and made his way over to my lawn. I felt in my gut that this was the right decision, that Jay would be safe at my cottage.
"Don't you have work, old sport?" I did. But that didn't matter to me in this moment, all that matter was Gatsby. Was Jay Gatsby.
