Lie To Me (Jay McGuiness Fanfic)

Chapter 11

Emma

Jay’s visit to the gallery was really unexpected. My boss coming down to the studio and finding us together was even more unexpected. I try avoiding her for the rest of the day, because now more than ever, I don’t feel like facing her and her snootiness. The next day after class as I’m walking around campus, I get a text from Jay: Can I come over tonight around 8:30? I need to tell you something. Oh my god. He wants to come over?! I try to keep calm as I text him my address and then I start freaking out. Jay is coming to my apartment. My domain. The place where I sleep and eat and fangirl about him. What am I going to do with myself? Looking at my phone, I see that it is now 12:30. 8 hours until he comes. I go to work until 6:00 and try avoiding Mrs. Van Der Woodsen again. Luckily she doesn’t show up at the gallery.

 When I get home, I realize that it looks like a hurricane had passed through my apartment. I haven’t done laundry in 2 weeks, there are dirty dishes in the sink and my living room is filled with my art stuff, which is all over the floor. It’s a disaster and there is no way I can clean this all up before he gets here without going insane, so I call the one person I know can handle this mess- Jamie. I wasn’t going to tell her that Jay was coming over until tomorrow but now I have to. She’s surprisingly calm about it, which is weird for her. “You knew this would happen eventually though, didn’t you? I mean dude, he went to your job. Of course he’d want to come to your place! Now go do your laundry and leave the rest to me.” I go to the laundromat down the block and I start feeling nervous. What’s gonna happen tonight? Is he finally going to tell me? What if we start making out and things go too far. Obviously I want to sleep with him, but I really don’t want that to happen before he tells me the truth. I need to hold on to the bit of dignity I have left anyway.

 An hour later, I walk into my apartment and for a second I think I’m in the wrong apartment. The kitchen was spotless. Jamie had pushed all my art supplies to one corner of the living room and rearranged the furniture so that there was more space in between the t.v. and the couch. Having a best friend that is a neat freak really pays off at times like these. Now she was standing in the middle of the living room with her hands on her hips, making sure everything looked perfect “Wow Jamie, how the hell did you manage to do all of this in an hour?!” Jamie just shrugs “I’ve been wanting to move that couch over for the past 6 months, and the rest of the stuff was pretty basic. But on to the more important stuff, what do you think is going to happen tonight? And what are you going to wear?!” “I don’t know! But he’s coming in an hour! What am I supposed to wear at home besides sweatpants?!” We spend the next 30 minutes looking for something that I can wear that looks casual enough so that I don’t look like I thought about it too much. After I shower, I decide to wear an old pair of boyfriend jeans and my favorite fitted Killers t-shirt from the last year’s concert. I also decide to wear cute matching bra and panties, just in case. I put on some eyeliner and mascara and throw my curly mess of hair up into a ponytail. Just as I’m finishing up, Jamie gets up “I should get going before he shows up and sees me here. Whatever happens tonight, make sure you make smart choices! That’s all I’m gonna say.” She hugs me and leaves and I look into the mirror one last time. I guess that’s as good as I’m going to get without looking like I tried too hard.

 The clock next to my bed says 8:13. I go to the kitchen and pull some chips and salsa out of the pantry. There is beer in the fridge and now I’m glad I decided to go to the grocery store over the weekend. I don’t know what to do with myself, so I sit on my couch and just wait. I check twitter on my phone but since I unfollowed The Wanted and all the guy’s personal account, I get bored. I couldn’t risk Jay finding my twitter and seeing that I follow them all. I sit on my couch, fidgeting, praying that tonight isn’t a total disaster. At exactly 8:30, the buzzer rings and scares the hell out of me. Crap. He’s here. I get up and let him into the building. He’ll be up in about 2 minutes, so I do some calming exercises that I learned from doing yoga. It helps me for a bit, but then I hear him knock on my door and my heart beat speeds up again. I really need to get it together. I open the door and there he is, standing in my doorway in all his sex god glory. I smile and he walks in.