Jones ( A Jaden and Willow Story )

Chapter Eight

Hey yallz!!! IM BACK!!! DIDYA MISS ME? I MISSED Y'ALL! WELL I PUT THE STORY ON HOLD FOR A WHILE CUZ I NEEDED MORE READERS AND THAT WAS POINTLESS CUZ I DISNT GET ANY. FOREAL Y'ALL? YOU COULDN'T SHARE MY STORY WIT ONE PERSON? WELL I READ YOUR STORIES AND I STILL SUPPORT Y'ALL ANYWAYS! I LOVE YOU GUYS AND THANKS SOOOO MUCH FOR READING! ENJY YOUR CHAPPIE!

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POV- WILLOW

This is it. I take a deep breath. It was shaky and uneven. My nerves are at end right now. Outside it's bright and sunny. But in here on set it's dark and sets the mood for a party. I sigh. I wish Jaden were here, but it's best he isn't because doesnt do too well in this environment . My chest is heaving and I feel my tongue go dry. What if they don't like my change? Regret sits in my stomach like lead, weighing my body down. My every movement seemed exceedingly difficult, as if my stress was immobilizing me. Seeing my anxiety, Junny struts over to comfort me.

" Feelin okay?" she asks.

"no. I don't think this is a good idea. I don't know if I can do this." I panic.

" what? Come on, your Willow Smith! You can do anything! I know you can do this!" she exclaims, obviously exasperated.

" No. No I can't. This was a horrible idea. I can't believe I listened to you. Im so stupid. How could I do this? My God I'm a failure!" I feel like vomiting.

" really Willow? You can't back out now!" she scolds.

" your going to back out just cuz you don't think they'll like you?

I've never been a violent or mean person, but she was making me angry. Junny had always been the prettiest, the most popular, whatever between is two. It was obvious. She got stares from all the guys. She got straight As. She had a perfect face and skin and hair and body and everything!!! I always lived in her shadow. I was always her little follower. All I ever had was my music and even that has been corrupted by marketing. I never told her about my insecurities because she always had problems with her boyfriends and things. I wasn't going to burden her with it. I listen and try my best to understand. I don't get her problems because I've never had a boyfriend. No guy ever showed an interest in me as anything more than someone to tease in the hallways. No one knows. Not evenJaden. I just put up a front and deal with it. All these years I put up with her crap and she can't try to understand my feelings. I know she means no harm, but all this built up stress was killing my virtue.

"Are you serious? How can you even ask that?!? My gosh. Is it that hard to believe I have feelings? That my career and approval from the people around me might be important? Well, those things are important to me. My music and my fans are important to me! Just like your relationship with Roc is important to you! I listen to your crap. Show some compassion!

My outburst obviously surprised her. Her mouth gaped open at me taken aback by my words. I stand strong though. Her shock soon became anger.

" You know what? I guess you can do this without me then! I don't need this." she walks away.

I almost feel regretful. That's my best friend. What would I do without her? I sigh. This is not what i need right before a concert. Look what I've done.

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POV- JADEN

Jones went home a couple hours ago. I sigh. I loved seeing her though while she was here. It's just getting dark out. I put on my shoes and head out to the Tree. I decide to bring my drawing notebook with me. I love drawing portraits and things that show my feelings. I have two of Jones already, and quite a few of willow, some older some more recent. I even have one of Edgar Allen Poe. His poetry is important to me. I have a mission, and idea for a masterpiece of Jones. I going to do one that will separate her from all my others. I trek from the house to the open woods. The chill of winds crawls stealthily down my spine and blows a chill across my nose. I come up the tree and make my way up the neighboring tree to jump, as usual. I settle in on my branch and wait. She always follows her evening schedule at the right time. She's punctual and I love it. I lay back against the trunk of the tree and pull my knees up to my chest as a table for my artpad. Right on time, she gets out of the shower. I work furiously. That is the exact moment I wanted to catch. Her moment of perfection. Just her and her beauty naturally. I fill in the basic lines and start detailing her features. I finish. Perfect. I search the portrait thoroughly for any flaws. None. I quickly put the artpad away into my backpack. She, still oblivious to my presence, continues to brush her hair and things. It's funny, she does these things before she dresses. I don't mind though. I sigh. She's the most beautiful thing man has ever seen. I'm sure of it. I imagine the day she becomes mine. A tingle runs through my Whole body in response to the thought. Despite the cold, I start sweating. My breath quickens. I have to stop doing this. She's tho only one who has ever gave me this feeling. I try to calm myself, almost feeling guilty at my arousal. I climb down. Taking one last look, her body intensifying my want, I whisper:

" one day soon baby. Soon."