The Love Of A Daughter: A Jeremy Renner Love Story

Part 3: It's Inevitable

Grasping the handle firmly, I collect myself before exiting the bathroom. As I push open the door, I almost slam straight into Jeremy. "Is this a habit of yours? Running into me?" he smirks. I roll my eyes and push past him yet again, gathering my hair into a messy bun. I secure it with the ponytail holder I still have on my wrist from last night. I glance at Jeremy out of the corner of my eye and realize that he's staring at me. He seems... fascinated. "What? You've never seen a girl put her hair up?" I ask plainly, still not facing him. He smiles shyly, clearly embarrassed that he's been caught. "No, not like that. And not..." he trails off and turns around quick. "Er, you can come into the kitchen to eat when you're ready." he clears his throat and exits the room. I let out a breath that I wasn't aware I was holding in. "Don't get involved, Myra. Just don't get involved." I mutter to myself again as I close my eyes flex my fingers. I need to calm down. He's getting me all flustered inside. Not good. I take a deep breath and puff out my cheeks as I exhale.

"Alright. I can do this. Just eat breakfast, and then leave. Simple as that." I mumble under my breath as I walk out of the bedroom, following Jeremy's path. I shuffle down a long hallway lined with pictures on the walls before I finally reach the kitchen. Jeremy is sitting on a bar stool, slumped over a granite countertop. Talk about a bachelor pad. "What're we eating?" I ask, leaning against the wall. Jeremy turns his head towards me. "Whatever you want." he murmurs, looking away. He stares down at the granite and says nothing more. Hmm. Weird. Well, whatever. I'm not getting involved anyways, remember? "Do you have any cereal?" I sigh. He looks at me again, a smile playing at the corners of his lips. "What kind?" he asks as he stands. I notice him glance down and then back up at me. Is he... checking me out? "Cinnamon Toast Crunch?" I suggest hopefully, feeling self-conscious. Wait, no I'm not. Because I'm not getting involved. Jeremy nods his head and smiles brighter. I start to smile back, but then catch myself. As Jeremy crosses to the other side of the counter and reaches up to open a cabinet, I shake my head and laugh quietly to myself. "It's inevitable, isn't it?" Jeremy suddenly asks, keeping his back to me. "W-what is?" I stammer. "You. Liking me." Jeremy turns around and folds his arms over his chest.

"Excuse me?" I scoff loudly. He grins and raises an eyebrow. Even though I'm furious, it's still damn sexy. Oh who am I kidding? I am so getting involved. "Just get me my cereal, Renner." I lean back against the wall again, smiling. Jeremy laughs and turns back around. He grabs a white box from the cabinet and sets it down on the counter, along with a glass bowl. "You can get the milk." he nods to the refrigerator next to me. I scoff again, but open it and grab the carton anyways. Crossing over to stand beside him, I open the carton up, pouring a generous amount of milk into the bowl that has been filled with Cinnamon Toast Crunch. The silvery-brown squares float to the top and bob around in their milky bath. Jeremy looks down at me and smiles.

Even though I'm 5'6", tall for a girl my age, I have to tilt my neck to look into his eyes. Those mesmerizingly gorgeous eyes. "Let's eat." I smirk and bounce away, the bun atop my head flopping up and down. Jeremy laughs as I sit down at the counter, bowl in hand. I take a spoonful of the squares and shove it into my mouth. Jesus, I was starving. How long had it been since I had last eaten? I hadn't realized that I was this hungry before. Jeremy interrupts my thoughts as he sits on the stool next to me and leans his elbow on the counter, resting his head against his hand.

"You want to answer my question now?" he asks me with a half-smile. "What question?" I mumble, swallowing. "Where you're going." Jeremy replies and looks at me expectantly. "I... don't know. But I can't stay here." I sigh, "Because you were right." Jeremy looks confused now. "About inevitability and about liking you." I whisper. Tears well in my eyes, though I can't quite explain why. "Anyways, I should be going." I sniff and laugh at myself, trying to lighten the mood. I grit my teeth and reach for my bowl; Jeremy grabs it before I can and stands up.

I focus on the tile floor, desperately trying not to cry in front of this man again. "You don't have to go, you know. You're welcome to stay as long as you like." Jeremy sets the bowl in the sink on counter and walks over to me. He puts his hand on my back, just like this morning. "Don't do that." I groan and storm away from him, back to the bedroom. "Don't do what?" he yells after me. I sit on his bed and fall back, my arms stretched out and my eyes closed. I hear Jeremy's footsteps and know that he's in the room as well. He joins me on the bed, laying on his side and propping his head up on his elbow.

"Don't do what?" he asks again. "Put your hand on my back and pretend like you care, when I know what you really want. Don't do that." I state simply, keeping my eyes closed. Jeremy laughs and rolls onto his back. "And what is it that I want?" he sighs. "You know what I mean." I open my eyes and look at him. "You think I want to sleep with you?" he smirks. I roll my eyes and sit up. "Oh no. You're just genuinely being nice to me out of the kindness of your heart." I mock and put a hand over my heart. "I am nice." Jeremy laughs and gently grabs my arm, pulling me down next to him again. "Hey! What do you think y-" I begin to protest, but I'm cut off. By Jeremy. He's kissing me.