JV and I : What makes a good couple?

Dream and Reality

After the show, you made your way towards the Valeska's trailer. Sheba was curled up in her cage huddling up close to a camp fire; its flames danced as it glowed different shades of orange and projected shadows of light upon the other trailers. You remembered the first time Jerome took you there; introducing you to his mother's snake and some of the circus artists, everything seemed like a dream then. Like your seven-year-old-self  had stepped into her own little fairy tale but things had changed since then and your old life and personality had left you.

You stopped near the steps of the door when you heard shouting. The trailer muffled the voices so you couldn't hear what it was about. The argument drew on; shrieking came from Lila, shrilling insult after insult. Jerome's voice was more mild, his yelling cracking up in some places. You rushed up the stairs clumsily, hoping you could ease things before they escalated. 

A deafening smack echoed through the trailer, your blood ran cold. You froze instantly, knowing exactly what had happened. She'd hurt J!  Not just emotionally but physically. Jerome had told you not to get involved with Lila's constant beatings but it worried you dreadfully and it seemed as if she'd just beat him whenever she felt like. You stood there useless, disgusted with what you heard.

Lila Valeska barged out her trailer; a ring gleamed on each finger, she clutched closely to her chartreuse purse as she struggled to put on her matching coloured coat. Her face was raging. You backed down the metal stairs and away from the trailer.

"Smashing day, isn't it Lila?" You said sarcastically.

She narrowed her eyes at you, shooting you a snarl. How could a women so small be so strong and brutal?  You watched her disappear out of site before sprinting back to the door.

"J!" You called. "It's me, please let me in."

You heard his soft footsteps as he reached the door and unlocked it. You went inside; the trailer was beautifully appointed, it was similar to yours and the Sparkling Sprites' but bigger with three small bedrooms. There was a mixture of antique and contemporary furniture but the purple colour of the walls were close to becoming evanesce. You reached out and hugged Jerome, scanning his face to see if he was hurt.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Jerome chastised, staring at you weirdly. An alarming red mark loomed across the left side of his face.

"Jerome your hurt," You told him. He rolled his eyes at you, pushing you away from him. "How could she be so cruel? We can't let her keep doing this."

"How many times have I told you NOT to get involved." he criticized. 

"Yeah I know, but look at the state she leaves you in." You agured back. 

"I had it under control."

"Sure looks that way," 

"I promise you doll, I have a plan." 

Hating to carry on the bicker, you shook your head and changed the conversation. 

"Why was she so angry?"

"The trailer being dirty, me not listening, chores not complete, mostly about the guy she's seeing lately." Jerome listed.

"What chores do you have left? " You questioned. 

"Washing up and stuff. I'll do them in the morning."

"No need," You said "We'll do it now."

"Doll, its fine. "

"I insist." You say, turning to the counter and filling the sink, Jerome watched looking puzzled. 

"You know this is not what I had in mind for us to do when I invited you here."

"I know, but it will leave Lila happy," You tipped in all the grimy cups and dishes. "Do you have another clean towel?"

Jerome sighed at you and laughed. "There's no arguring with you is there?"

"Nope." You answered childishly.

"There might be one in the other room, I'll check."

Jerome had transformed his old bedroom into a utility room; he'd removed the mattress off of his old bed and used the remaining as a rack to place laundry, a mop and broom leaned on the once green wall that had been graffitied by Jerome when he was younger. Another bed lurked like a burden on the other side of the small room, the wood and wall it leaned against was a rotting black colour, close to becoming charcoal.

"What happened there?"

"I burnt it."

"And you say I have anger issues," You mocked.

J smirked, "Who says it was out of anger?" 

"Shouldn't you have binned it by now?"

"Never had the heart to throw it out." He grabs a clean tea towel and throws it at you. You catch it, still peering at remains of a bed. He steers you away from the room. 

"Well we ain't gonna get the dishes done at this rate."

You had organised the cleaning, J washed as you dried. It was simple. Every so often the two of you became bored, flicking foam and splashing water like little kids. Ette always said that you and J never acted your age when you were together.

"We can watch a horror movie afterwards." Jerome said. The two of you had always enjoyed the gore and jump scares, pointing out who flinched first during the movie. 

"Got anything else you need doing?" You asked, drying up the last of the plates.

"You've done more than enough." He replied as he sat on the sofa watching you clean.

"Well I enjoy helping you."

J pulled you towards him and kissed you, you blushed. Taken back by his actions, Jerome seemed pretty stunned too. In a flash his confidence came back, a broad fixed smile on his face.

"Where did that come from?" You gasped on your words and grinned.

Looking at him was as if he could read your every want. He moved closer to you, all you ever wanted was him peering lovingly at you, his arms around you, loving you more than a friend. It was happening and now you didn't know how to respond. Jerome brought you to a warm embrace and you sank your face into his chest as if asking him to never let go. You placed your arms around him feeling like putty in his arms.  

"Y/N, there's something I've been meaning to tell you..." Jerome started.

The two of you paused as you heard the sound of laughter outside his trailer. You both broke out of the hug and rushed back to cleaning, you grabbed a plate and carried on drying. The door swung open. There was Lila, arms clasped around her new lover to bone. The plate slipped out your hands the moment you saw them, the china crashed into pieces as it hit the floor. It surprised the two as they looked from the broken plate to you.

"Dad...?" You asked hoarsely

Sorry this chapter took long to publish, you see the picture at the top had three people in it before I edited it. X