Let The Storm Rage On: A Jelsa Fanfic

A confession

Jack

I wake up in the morning, feeling nothing. I still hope something happens. I ruffle my hair, pull my sweatshirt on, and walk to the control room.

As I approach the card table, I hear a thunder of laughter and a roar of anger. Blackjack. Santa probably went over one number or something. I pull up a chair and grab a cookie and Toothy deals me in.

When it comes my turn, she shows me the cards and shuffles them.

"Hit me," I say. She pulls up a 9 of spades. I tell her to hit me again. A 2 of diamonds gets pulled up. I tell her to hit me one more time and I get an 8 of hearts. I tell her to stop and she passes over a few chips. Toothy's face looks at mine with sadness.

"Hey, Sandy," she says. He perks. "Deal for me for a couple rounds, will you?" He nods. She holds my hand and takes me outside the control room, out of earshot from the rest of the boys. Once she's certain we can't be heard, she looks back at me with her deep violet eyes. "Jack," she starts. I stop her.

"Before you say anything, nothing's wrong," I say.

She sighs. "Stop trying to be stubborn. I know that face"

"What face?"

"Your face that tells me that something's wrong."

"It's just my face."

She raises an eyebrow. Now she's annoyed. "Just tell me what happened."

"I just have just been having sleeping issues."

She pulls a strand of my hair behind her ear. "Look I just care about you. I mean--"

I kiss her so she would relax for a little. Once our lips part a little, she tries to talk. But I kiss her again. She melts a little. I prop her up with my arm around her waist. I just wish she didn't have such a strong will. I pull away first.

Then, I simply say, "You talk too much." We go back to my room. We're not that good at Blackjack anyway.