Holiday One-Shots

February 14th

A/N:

It literally took me the longest time to write this.. it's most likely the reason why my one-shots are so late.. from now on I can't stand Valentine's. Anyway's, it's my nephew's first birthday. I really wish he was an April Fools baby.

VALENTINE'S DAY:

It's Time and You're Mine

"Grace, come on, it's almost been a year. Stop playing the broken hearted ex girlfriend." Jimmy says calling me by my dad's old nickname for me.

"This is why we stopped being friends, you jerk." I spit out, putting another spoon full of chocolate chip and caramel ice cream in my mouth.

"I'm just saying, it's time to move o-" The doorbell rings pulling me from his sentence.

I put the phone on speaker and onto the coffee table with the junk food and endless supply of disney movies. I jog to the door and look out of the little peep hole where a good looking guy in a tie, vest, and dress shirt stands. In his hands is a vase full of beautiful red roses and a box of chocolate. I open the door.

"Ms. Van." He says politely as he hands me the the roses.

I smile and take them. "Thank you." I say before closing the door.

"More stuff?" Jim asks knowingly.

"Just roses and chocolate this time." I say, putting it on the kitchen counter with the other baskets and valentines.

I walk back over to the couch and plop down.

"I wish I had your fans." He says with a voice full of envy.

"No you don't." I almost laugh though I'm extremely serious.

I can hear from his voice that he's raising a brow at me. "And why not?"

"They're mostly sex crazed fuck boys that just want to get in my pants and stalk me."

"I don't see any problem with that." He laughs a bit.

My lips form a straight line. "That's because you're a guy, Jimmy the perv."

"That's not what I meant." He says earning him a questioning look from me. "You're the beautiful, wonderful, and talented Jessica Vantan. A very successful, not-so-self-proclaimed model and fashionista." He says as if it's the most sure thing in the world.

As much as I hate to admit it. His words are true. A year ago all of my social media blew up. Three months later my long term boyfriend broke up with me. He said all the attention was to much, and the competition was too intense. But there wasn't anyone to compete with.

I had a lot of celebrities trying to get with me. But they meant nothing. I don't care about any of them, all I wanted was him. Now they're all I have. I have to show up on their arm just to keep my one story house. I can't even get a normal job. This isn't what I want, but it's the life I was forced into.

I'm not going to blame any of this on Jim, though. He wanted to be a low role actor without much attention. Two or three instagram selfies of us later everyone wanted to know who that girl with Jim every-girl's-wet-dream-Fantasy was.

"And, Gracie, you didn't even want it. You're living every girl's dream and you didn't even want it. The world choose you to be in the big league, accept your place."

"I still don't want it, Jim. All the gifts, the attention... it's just too much."

"My Grace, you obviously haven't read any of the cards on your gifts."