We've been rehearsing non-stop for Broadway. New costumes, new theatre, and it's a lot. I don't know if I can handle it. Anthony has helped me so much it's unreal. He constantly tells me that everything is going to be fine. And I beleive him.
As my costume designer, Alyssa, measures the new Maria Reynolds dress and pins it up in different places while I stand on a stool, constantly getting poked in places, Anthony walks in.
"Hey Jas. Alyssa, can you give Jasmine and I a few minutes?" He asks, leaning in the door way.
"Of course," She says, putting the pins down and exiting the room.
"Hey Anthony," I hop off the stool, giving him a peck on the cheek.
He seems pretty reluctant. It worries me. "Anthony?" I ask, fitting my hand into his.
"Jasmine, I think we should cool things down for a bit." He says. At that moment, my whole world stops. What does he mean? Like, actually break up, or just, for a little bit?
"W-What?" I ask, giving him a shocked look.
"All the other guys are single and get to party all the time. And I feel guilty leaving you at home all alone." He whines, like a 2 year old.
"Good." I say, not even thinking.
"What?" Anthony asks, squeezing my hand.
"You know what? Good! Because I'm done with you! You act like a 16 year old all the time, and expect me to slave after you! It's ridiculous! Have fun cleaning out your stuff! Because I won't help." I yell, not caring one bit if the cast hears.
"Jasmine,-" Anthony starts up, but I cut him off by yanking my hand away from his grip and hissing, "Don't touch me."
I push him out of the room, causing him to look at me apologetic, but soon, that look turn into a glare.
"You're crazy Jasmine Cephas Jones." He mutters.
"You're crazy!" He yells loud, backing away from me. Soon, he runs out of the room, and I follow him and stop in front of the door.
I yell back, "I'm crazy?! You're the 24 year old that acts like a teenager!"
I catch my breath from the jogging and yelling in such a tight dress. I turn my head to the left, to see Ariana and Eph staring, dumbfounded.
"What?" I ask, eying them. They run off, frightened that I'll tear this place apart.
Tears start streaming down my face. Why would Anthony do this? There had to be more than just feeling bad for me, and I was determined to find out what it was.
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Aww poor Jazzy:( Sorry for all of these short chapters, and lack of updates. I've had such writers block for this story, but I will do my best trying to keep it good. Thanks for reading. Love y'all❤️
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My Dearest | JANTHONY
Fanfiction"one night he wakes, strange look on his face. pauses, then says, 'you're my best friend.' and you knew what it was, he is in love." jasmine cephas jones x anthony ramos hamilton obc atoasttothegroom
