“we have a week to do the project. It’s very extensive, I guess we should start right away, else it’ll be difficult to complete it in time. It’s so great that we’re doing this together”
“really Jess?” Jenna asked tiredly
“what”
“it’s just been a really long day; I just want to go home and sleep”
“we can’t. we got to do this project, our grades for the internals depends on this project”
“Jessie’s right Jenna” Hera agreed “the project is important and requires some detailed reading, we’d better start off today itself if we want to finish in time”
“okay, okay, but can we do it in the evening? I’m really really tired right now. How about you come over to my place today? We can start with the project and you can meet Daddy too, and maybe he could help us out as well”
“sure, sounds like a plan to me”
“okay! I’m so excited…I love Jean Paul Sartre, existentialism, and all of it” Jessie exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear
“Hera” Jenna whispered leaning in to her “how about we just let Jessie do the whole thing?”
“haha, we could do that”
“I heard that!” Jessie smirked “you guys should be glad that you have me on your team”
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“Welcome to my home, make yourself comfortable, if you need anything water, juice, snacks, it’s all in the kitchen, Daddy keeps the fridge stocked, there’s fruits if you want to snack healthy and chips and cola if it’s your cheat day. If you’re in the mood for reading, this is Daddy’s library, it has a nice collection of all the classics, there’s your Austen, Hardy, Dickens, Lawrence, Elliott, and if you want to read pulp fiction this little shelf here is mine, there’s fifty shades, twilight…this is the living room, that’s Daddy’s alcohol compartment which I’m allowed to sneak into only when he’s at home or if we have a guest, which is today, so if you want to drink, we can….and this is the garden, daddy’s recently been obsessed with gardening, that’s the vegetable patch and there’s the flowers, he’s planted yellow roses around the walls of the house”
“yes, I saw them while coming in. It makes the house look really beautiful”
“thank you, now to the best room of the house…my room!”
“lead the way” Hera chuckled
“come on in” Jenna said opening the door for Hera
It was a nice big room, there was a Victorian queen size bed on one end of the room, on the other, there was a wooden table, stacked with some books, a mac, sketching pencils, paints, and paper. A cushiony, red revolving chair was placed with the table, a few clothes lying on top of it...
“sorry, it’s a little dirty” she said picking up the clothes and shoving them into the cupboard next to the bed
“that’s alright, it’s a nice room, there’s a lot of Prince in here” Hera said looking around at the walls which were covered with posters of the artist formerly known as Prince
“I love him, his music is the best we have today, he is a phenomenal guitarist, lyricist, singer and performer. I have all his albums, I really, really do like him, don’t know why daddy doesn’t like him much though”
“hmm, I like Prince too”
“And plus, he’s sooooooooooooo handsome”
“that’s true!”
they heard the door open downstairs “I think Jessie’s here”
“Jenna? Hera?” he called, as there was no sign of them downstairs
“we’re up here in my room”
They spent about half an hour, looking up information, making notes, writing down things, discussing the topic and rest of the hours cracking jokes, Jessie and Jenna telling embarrassing stories about each other, talking about Prince and of course Daddy’s French toast
“you have to taste it to believe it Hera. It is the most delicious thing on this earth”
“Jessie’s just exaggerating”
“No, I’m not Jenna”
“Yes, you are Jessie”
Hera looked up at the clock, it was almost six o clock
“Jenna, I’m going downstairs for a glass of water, do you guys need anything”
“No, thank you Hera”
“no problem”
“you always exaggerate everything Jess”
“I don’t Jenna” their voices faded gradually as Hera closed the door and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. The house was decorated very tastefully, Hera especially loved the little blue flowers on the kitchen window that overlooked the beautiful garden. It bloomed like a garden nurtured with love and care. She took her glass of water and walked out of the kitchen, sipping gently on it when the front door rustled, she turned around just as the door opened. Michael walked in, softly humming. He paused when he saw her. She too stood there frozen, the glass of water still touching her lip.
From the time she had first read pride and prejudice when she was twelve, Hera had tried to imagine what Mr. Darcy would look like. She tried giving different faces to her Darcy but none satisfied her, whenever she would spot an handsome man on the street she’d try to put his face on Darcy but none sufficed, not even John Mayer, Kristen Stewart, Michael B Jordan, Benedict Cumberbatch, Dev Patel, every face was handsome, every face was someone’s Darcy…just not hers. But the moment she locked eyes with Michael and stared into his dark brown orbs she knew, she knew, oh god she knew that it was him. The Darcy to her Elizabeth, the Romeo to her Juliet, the Caesar to her Cleopatra, the Heathcliff to her Katherine, the Michael to her Hera.
He smiled
“you must be Hera, you have to be Hera, from what Jenna and Jessie have been telling me for the past two days, you cannot not be Hera” he said with the same enchanting smile
the stairs thudded as Jenna and Jessie ran downstairs
“I thought I heard the front door open, Hi Daddy!” she said as he closed the door behind him and walked towards them
“Hello princess”
“Daddy this is Hera and Hera this is Michael, my Dad”
Michael extended his hand, Hera held it
“hello Hera, it’s a pleasure to meet you”
“hello Daddy…aa…ai…I mean Mr. Jackson” *shit*
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Fanfic"I loved you before you were born, and I will love you after you've died, life and death are mere transitions" Michael whispered as he leaned down to kiss her forehead for one last time before Mae's body was forever locked in the wodden coffin and b...
