My Random/Fandom One-Shots

Scars

Another Jess x me story

WARNING!!: self harm! And fluffles (fluff)

You've been warned!
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I had been living with Jess in England about.. Two years now? Almost three.. I'm 15 now.

My birthday is tomorrow. I go to summer school with Jess as well. We do everything together! And I love spending real life time with her, and her parents, and all her friends! They're friends of mine too now though.

There's only one girl.. And her friends.. Who hate me..

She's jealous of me..

She had loved Jess too.. But I asked Jess a week before her.. On my 13th birthday.. To be my girlfriend..

And Jess had said yes..

Her name is Riley.. I try to make amends with her.. Tell her I don't want trouble.. But she never listens...

Me and Jess are in our last class of the day right now. It's Science, or favorite subject.. But Riley's in this class.. She sits two seats behind me since I sit at the front beside Jess.

A paper airplane lands on my desk and I look at Jess. She's writing on her paper. I look at the teacher. They're on their computer... So I read the folded letter..

"Lana. I don't know who you think you are. But Jess is NOT someone who needs a girl like YOU. You don't belong here. Not at this school, not in Essex, not with Jess, and not even alive! You don't fit in anywhere and you have no friends here. No one wants a FREAK for a friend! I don't see what Jess is so interested about in you, but you don't deserve her love! She deserves better than you. She deserves someone NORMAL!"

I was fine the whole letter... But the last word broke me down..

Normal..

I'm.. Not normal..

That word has haunted me my whole life.. Followed me everywhere... I haven't heard it in years..

So hearing someone say it.. Made a tear fall down my cheek..

I put the letter in the pocket of my jeans as the bell rang..

Me and Jess pack up our things and walk out. Out of the class and out of the school. Jess was talking about what to do for my birthday/our anniversary of being together. But I wasn't listening.. Or talking.. I just stared at the ground.

She looked at me and her smile dropped, "Lana-bug, are you alright?.." she asked, her English (British?) accent rich in her throat. I love her voice. It's so soothing on my worst of days.

I nod, "I'm alright, Jess.. You were saying?.." I ask. My own Irish accent had become clearer over the years, mixed with a southern one from my time living in Texas before I came here.

She didn't look convinced, but kept talking..

Thank god for that..

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Jess's P.O.V

I only kept explaining our plans. I knew she wasn't listening..

I saw her tear-stained cheeks..

I'm not an idiot, I know when my girlfriend's upset.. I just need to figure out why..

A quick thing to know is I haven't kissed her yet. It sounds stupid, I know.. But I was waiting for tomorrow. Her sweet 16 and our 3rd year anniversary.

I want her first kiss to be special.. Her life has always been hell, and I want to give her something to hold onto the rest of her life..

I plan to have a big party set up, invite all our friends. Lana loves pool parties, they're her favorite kind of party. So I'm thinking we rent out the public pool, as long as we clean up after. I know my parents have a disk stereo and speakers in storage. And I already have her presents bought and hidden.