Reasons Why (Jeremy Shada Fan Fiction)

Chapter 12: Memory Lane

“You’ll be okay?” His worried look makes me laugh.

“Yes, I’ll be fine.” I smile.

Jeremy’s flight was due to take off in three hours. We hadn’t talked to the media yet. While they’d been trying to talk to us a lot. We had decided to wait until he returns in December. After we did that, I wasn’t sure yet if I was going to tell him. It was getting harder everyday to decide, every day I change a little more. Forgetting what was.

He smiles at me. “This won’t be so bad then. I want to Skype or call you whenever possible.”

“Stop. You’ll smother me.” I roll my eyes and giggle.

“That’s not a bad thing to me.” The sarcasm makes me laugh a little more.

“Would you stop and let me talk.” My shaking head makes my hair fly around a bit.

“Alright, alright.” He takes a lock of my hair. “You need a haircut.”

“Ignoring that. Okay, listen. If I am asked to do an interview, I will ask you about it first. If you don’t call or Skype me, it’s not a big deal. Texts can do the same things. I know you may want to talk, sometimes that’s okay. We just need to work our schedules out so we can do this is in the best possible way.”

“You sound like you’re trying to work out when you can take a shift at Starbucks.”

I sigh, “Jeremy.”

“I know. We have twenty minutes before my mom will be here. What do you want to do?”

I shrug and sit down on my bed. He plops down next to me and runs his hand down my left arm. Unintentionally I jerk my arm away. “Something wrong?” I shake my head and lean into him. He had never seen the scar. If he had, I would have had to tell him. It’s hard to lie about the scar. It’s discolored and jagged. It usually is covered because it’s on my inner forearm. We don’t say anything. I just listen to his steady heartbeat. I was okay with things being long distant. I wasn’t scared.

A chime sounds from downstairs. I look over at him. “Let’s go.” I grab his hand and squeeze it. The door opens and I hear my mom greet Mrs. Shada.

“They should be down here any moment.” She looks over at the stairs, “There they are. Say your goodbyes yet?”

I smile, “We’ll do that in a minute. Hi, Mrs. Shada, how is everyone?”

“Fine. Yourself?” Her blonde hair was curled perfectly.

“Alright.” I look at Mom.

“Denise, why don’t we go in the kitchen for a few minutes while they say goodbye?” My mom smiles. Mrs. Shada nods.

“What a great idea, Beth.” She winks at me and Jeremy before following my mom into the kitchen.

I pull him in and bury my head in his shoulder. I take in the smell of Axe and hair gel that he always has floating around him.

He pushes my hair out of my face and squeezes me back. “Baby, I’ll be back.”

He called me Baby. “I know.” I kiss him.

His hand is on my cheek and mine wrapped around his neck. We pull away. “Jeremy?”

“Yeah?” His voice is soft.

“Call me when you get there?”

“Of course.” We break from the hug. I watch as he leaves. Long strides carrying him to the Escalade sitting along the sidewalk. He waves, I lift my hand and return it. The SUV starts and drives away. I walk back up to my room. My Skype indicator goes off. I look over at the screen, StaceLace. Stacy. I click accept and her face appears on the screen.