Wildflower: Janoskian Fanfiction

Chapter 19

MOLLY POV

I got back to Jacob's house around noon the next day. He was sitting at the dining room table when I walked in, still working on the script that's been giving him hell for weeks.

I poured us each a cup of black coffee and sat his in front of him as he stared at the papers. I didn't think he really noticed I had came home, so I spoke.

"Hi Jacob!" I chirped. He looked and his eyes were bloodshot with exhaustion. I was taken aback by his messy hair and eye crusts. "Did you sleep last night?" I asked.

"Not really," then he noticed the coffee I got him. "This cup would be my 7th in the last 8 hours."

I took the coffee from him before he grabbed the handle. He didn't need that much.

"Hey!" he rebuttaled.

"No, no, no!" I responded as I drank some and poured the rest into my mug. "You need to go to sleep!"

"But I need to finish this script before New Years!" He insisted like a small child.

"I don't care! There is no way you could be thinking well with this type of routine! And New Years is a 2 weeks away! You have time for an 8 hour nap!"

He grumbled knowing I was right.

"l'll read the script and give you my ideas if that would make you feel better," I suggested knowing that he might have writers block.

He nodded his head and smiled when he stopped grumbling. I gave him a hug and he went off to bed.

I sipped from my coffee and picked up the script. I had seen Jacob act in all sorts of plays and short films, but I had never read an original of his before.

The play was about a poor migrant worker in the 1920's America struggling to find work. His name was Peter and he was from Ireland. Along the way he travels to New York and gets himself in the bootlegging industry and makes a fortune. However he meets a woman named Linda, who seems kind at first and seemingly innocent, but is actually an undercover cop who is busting his business.

That was as far as Jacob had gotten. I retrieved a couple of sticky notes and wrote down some, critiques and praises on the work. It was hard to come up with ideas though, and the more I thought about it, the more my mind drifted.

Then I thought about Chicago.  I would be returning in 2 weeks. First I would fly from Melbourne to Kentucky, visit my mother and sister, and then go back to Chicago. But I still have 2 weeks left here. I wonder is Beau was counting down the days like I was.

Speak of the devil, Beau came knocking on the door. It had been about 3 hours since I was over at his place.

"Hey sweetheart," he greeted me when he walked in the door.

"Hey love," I greeted back.

"Do you realize that Christmas is less than a week from now?" He asked me.

I widened my eyes and did the math in my head. Today was the 19th, and Christmas was on the 25th. He was right.

"Damn...it just kind of sneaks up on you doesn't it?" I answered.

"Yeah, it does..." Beau answered. I wondered if he was thinking about me leaving soon after Christmas. I would be leaving the day after New Years, so that date was approaching quickly too.

"What are you doing for the holidays, Beau?" wanting to get his mind off me leaving.

"Staying at home. We'll be spending Christmas with mum and Skip and James will be with their families."

"That sounds nice," I added.

"It usually is," he answered. "Is anyone else from your family coming to Aussie for the holidays?"

"No, it'll just be Jacob and I this year. Normally we'd have this big get together in Kentucky where my grandma lives, but of course I'm here," I smiled.

"Do you wish you were there?" He asked. He was having a hard time getting his mind off of me leaving.

"Not really...I mean I love my family and I love spending Christmas with them, but I like switching it up every now and again. I don't need to be there EVERY year."

"Oh okay," he answered.

"Are you getting Jacob any presents?" he asked after a short period of silence.

"I plan on it, but I haven't yet..." I said lowly, remembering that I forgot to get him anything yet.

"We can go out together today to get his present! I still need to buy something for my brothers and Mum."

"Would you care to? I'd love to get it soon!" I asked making sure.

"Of course!" and he stood up and got his keys out of his pocket.

I left a note for Jacob and left it next to his script.

"What's that?" Beau asked.

"This?" I asked holding up the note.

"No that next to it," he pointed at the script.

"Oh, that's Jacob's latest work!" I piped up. "He has to have a manuscript done by New Years, and this is what he has so far."

"What's it about?" He asked as he walked over and took the papers in his hand.

I explained the deal with Peter and Linda, and how Jacob was unsure of how to finish the play. He furrowed his eyebrows as he read the last page of the manuscript.

"What about making Linda expose her true identity to Peter, and Peter begging her not to expose him as a bootlegger or else he would be deported back to Ireland. I don't want to overrule the whole piece, but maybe that could give him some ideas about where to take it?" Beau suggested.

I bit my lip and thought about that ending with where the play left off. "That isn't too bad of an idea, actually. Do you care if I tell him that?"

"No, of course not," he answered as he sat the script back down on the table. I scribbled the idea on the note and told Jacob it was from Beau.

"Did I ever tell you my middle name is Peter?" Beau asked referring to the manuscript as we pulled out of the driveway.

I chuckled at the coincidence. "No you didn't!"

"It is....Beau Peter Brooks," he said to himself. "What's your full name?"

"Molly Brown Carter," I answered.

"Molly Brown.......I've heard that name from somewhere...." He said as he bit his lip trying to think.

"Have you seen Titanic?" I asked, having a feeling of what he was trying to think of. I knew he had because we talked about it at the hospital.

"THE UNSINKABLE MOLLY BROWN!" he hollered, almost laughing.

"Yeah!" I mimicked his enthusiasm.

"Why did your parents name you after her?" he asked. People always ask that.

"Because she always stuck to her roots and cared about others. Plus they loved the Titanic, and didn't want to go so far as naming me Rose..." I had on a weak smile, because honestly I liked the name Rose better.

"Molly Brown Carter is a beautiful name.." he said sweetly.

I blushed at him. "So is Beau Peter Brooks," I replied.

He leaned over quickly to give me a peck on the cheek.

BEAU POV

Molly Brown Carter....Molly Brown Brooks....