JV and I : What makes a good couple?

Meeting on the hill

Jerome's POV

I heard what Y/N's dad said to her and now, one way or another he would pay for how he treated her. It was like every time Y/N saw her parents, another part of her was destroyed; seeing her happiness crumbling away as she stayed trapped in her lonely abyss, her mind becoming a prison. I could see her potential, all she had to do was smile and she'd be set free - I could handle the rest. After all, madness is like gravity, all it takes is a little push.

Y/N was silent for most of the day but she still had a small smile plastered on her face. I had taught her that; smiling is always easier than explaining what is actually killing you inside. I held her close; cupping her cheek with my hand, soothing her, telling her jokes. After her tightrope performance, she came and helped me with one of the stalls. It was a Saturday, Haly's Circus' busiest day where every seat is full and hours are restless.

I was on the gun range stall; her father used to show off his 'skills' when we were younger, blaming the gun every time he missed the target. Y/N's mother would be scared to let her try saying she'd be incapable and claimed it was too violent. I remember seeing the curiosity in her eyes, how eager Y/N was to prove her parents wrong; I remember teaching her. Positioning her professionally. Oh, how free she felt when she pulled the trigger with this dangerous flicker in her eye. She was a natural.

We watched as people gathered round, taking their chances at shooting at the targets in front of them. Most of them missed, only a few managed to just about hit the closet targets. I watched Y/N as she stood with her arms folded, rolling her eyes as groups of guys boasted their talent then failed the moment they lifted the gun. She had stolen Em's jeans, shoving on a simple white tank top which she wore with my blue cardigan and her hair was plated in two Dutch braids. Grinning at her, I hugged her close. I peered down at Y/N, instantly locking gaze; old tear stains were still visible on her red and flustered face.

"Why don't you show them how it's done?" I whispered, grinning at her when she immediately brightened up.

She jumped over the counter with flare, as if she was still performing in the ring and held her hand out for the gun.

"Like a girl could do any better than us." One of the boys muttered loudly so all his mates and I could hear. I clenched my fists holding any urge to strangle the bastard.

Y/N didn't seem to care, she smiled sweetly at him as she confidently snatched the gun out of the guy's hand. She stared at the furthest target, aiming the barrel at the head of it.

I perched on the edge of the counter smugly, resting my head in my hand. "There's three bullets in their, show them what you've got gorgeous."

Bang! Bang! Bang! All three bullets whizzed through the air, landing straight through the target one by one in the same place. The boys' jaws dropped. All were speechless, their eyes widened as they dazzled at Y/N and then at the target.

"Bye amateurs." Y/N waved before placing the gun back on the counter.

Most of the crowd of boys dispersed, nattering out of embarrassment. I sniggered, setting up for the next person shooter.

"We're going to the club later, you should tag along." The boy who'd whispered earlier told her.

I abruptly gyrated round. But before I could open my mouth, Y/N burst into laughter. I held my stance, intrigued at her response.

"Oh should I now?" She mocked. "My boyfriend and I are fine thanks. Run along honey, before I do something I might regret."

The boy licked his bottom lip, obviously getting the wrong idea. After a few long seconds the guy finally obliged. He rubbed against her as he stepped past, slapping her on her rear while doing so.