Eggs And Hashbrowns

Jesse x Reader

"Can't I come with you?"

You let out a gentle breath, the cool air causing little ripples in your coffee. You lift your wrist heavily to check the time on your watch.

6:48

So much for your date. You can feel the other patrons occupying the cafe watching you, looking at the poor girl who got stood up. How sad. You honestly couldn't care less. Sure, there was once a time when you would cower in shame and embarrassment at their pity, but over the years you had developed some thicker skin.

Still, you had to admit you were a bit dissapointed. You hadn't gotten laid, let alone had some simple, good natured company in so long, and you were eager for a change, even if only for a night.

Sighing, you place your hands against the table top, preparing to hoist yourself up, just as a boy takes a seat in the bench across from you.

"Sorry I'm late! Traficc, amiright?" His bright smile almost seems blinding. You properly readjust in your seat.

"It's no problem. I have all the time in the world anyways, so like, no worries."

He grins. "I'm Jesse. Pleasure to meet you." He mutters discretely under his breath.

You chuckle. "(Y/N). The pleasure's all mine."

A few minutes later, the two of you have plates heaping with hashbrowns and eggs sitting in front of you.

"Soooo Mr. Jesse, tell me about yourself. For starters, I need the basics. Your favorite color, boxers or briefs, and your age." You point a greasy fork in his direction as you speak to him.

"The basics, huh? Is that like your list of questions you always ask guys who save your disastrous dates?"

"Obviously" you tease him with a smirk.

"(Y/N)... No. I'm sorry."

The lake is dark and eerie. And beautiful. While the water is dark, free to inspire a curious imagination to see dark horrors, it also has a special something to it. The moon glistens on the water, sparkling and shining, making it seem much less isolated. You take in a deep breath, stablizing yourself, focusing on this moment.

"Wow" Jesse breathes besides you. You laugh.

"So, are we gonna get in, or what?" You start to lift up your shiet, stripping to a thin tank top you wore under your  shirt.

"Hell yeah!" He doesn't even so much as bother to take his shoes off before jumping in the cold water with a loud shout of... who knows what gibberish?

"Why? Because you 'prefer to be a one man opperation'? Please, that's bullcrap and we both know it."

His hands gently weave flowers through your wet, matted hair.

"I sure hope these are the same color..." He mutters under his breath.

You giggle, softly, but far longer than necessary, the exhaustion catching up to you. "Jesse, it's dark out. No ones gonna see if they're the same color or not!"

"Exactly, so I can't tell if  their matching."

You smiled at how careful he was. "Wow. I didn't know  you cared so much about flower crowns."

"You know nothing about me."

"I'm leaving for Paris in the morning." Jesse speaks quietly,  the exhaustion of an eventful night catching up to him.

"Cool. I'll come with."

He shifts his head to look at you, a tired laugh caught on his lips.
"Yeah. Right."

Shaking your head, you try to put on a more determined look for him.
"I'm serious! I'll come with you! It'll be an adventure!"

His face looks as if it's stuck between expressions, like he can't determine if you're really being as serious as you say, or if this is all just a joke.

"What?" You sigh. "Can't I come with you?

Regret surges through your chest for what you're about to say. So, not regret, anticipation.

"I know enough! I know that you like cake and dancing. I know that you pretend to hate your brother, but really, you just want his approval. I know that your greatest fear is being alone forever, a fear that had been left alone for so long that you once asked a little girl to marry you. I know that every time you climb a tree you think of a little girl named Winnie Foster!"

Nope, you changed your mind. You were definitely feeling regret.

Jesse looks at you, horror stricken. His arms are lifted in the slightest, in a defensive position. It's any wonder he hasn't completely separated himself from you yet.

You can your eyes to the ground. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to burst out like that."

"How do you know all that?" His voice is quiet and suspicious. "I don't have to kill you... Do I?"

You chuckle, head still turned to the ground, hair swooping into your eyes. "I'd like to see you try.

"Jesse," you finally look up at him, "She was my grandmother."

His eyes light up for a moment in excitement before quickly dulling again. "I'm not sure I believe you. You're a bit young to be the granddaughter of a woman who died a century ago, aren't you?"

"And you're a bit old to be this stupid."

Jesse's eyes brighten again. He doesn't speak.

"Did you ever think that possibly, gran- Winnie, would have told her favorite granddaughter stories, and that just maybe, I would have believed them?"

"No. You didn't." Jesse gapes at you.

"I did." You smirk cheekily in return.