Dirty Sexy Money: Help Me Make It Through the Night
Title: Help Me Make It Through the Night
Fandom: Dirty Sexy Money
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ...Is loverly.
Word Count: 477
Rating: G
Prompt: 73. I. Can't. (Multifandom 100 Challenge)
Characters: Juliet, Jeremy
Summary: Jeremy attempts to get Juliet to her own party.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. Get the lawyers off my lawn.
Author's Note: Written for
allfireburns , who requested ickle!Jeremy and Juliet. And it may not come off as that, because they're so young in canon anyway, but they're totally teenagers here, really.
Jeremy paced outside of his sister’s room, occasionally pausing to check his watch and give an exasperated sigh before resuming his pacing. After this process had repeated itself several more times, he knocked on the door again, hoping this time might yield the results he wanted.
"Jules, don’t make me break the door down."
"HA!" Juliet scoffed from inside her room. From the volume of her voice, he assumed she was right in front of the door. "I’d like to see you try. You dislocated your shoulder trying to break into a cardboard box."
"Plywood box, Juliet," Jeremy corrected, practically whining. "And that was when I was six."
"I’m not coming out."
"You have to come out. It’s a coming out party. By definition, it requires you to ‘come out’"
"I’m defying the system. It’s what I do."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Don’t make me get Dad up here."
"He won’t make me and you know it."
"Okay, fair enough. Don’t make me get Mom up here."
There was silence on the other side of the door, followed by Juliet opening it slightly and sticking her head out. "There’ll be boys there."
"Oh woe is you," Jeremy rolled his eyes. "You see boys at school all the time."
"Not like this. I’ll be expected to flirt with them and be all eloquent... I can’t be eloquent around boys."
"Jules, if you want this boy’s opinion, boys don’t care about eloquence. They just want you to listen to them talk about polo and their beach houses in Malibu."
Juliet wrinkled her nose. "I don’t like that either." She started to shut the door in his face again, but he caught it before she could close it all the way and pushed it open again.
"Look, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll escort you to the party, and if any of those guys get flaky, I’ll... Punch them."
"You’ll break your hand like last time," Juliet giggled.
Jeremy shrugged. "It’ll be worth it."
She rolled her eyes and stepped out of her room, the diamonds on her white dress and in her hair sparkling under the hall lights. Jeremy was speechless for all of a second at how absolutely stunning she looked.
"Oh God, I don’t look like a dork in this, do I?" She asked, misinterpreting the look on his face. He gripped her hand tighter to prevent her from fleeing into her room again.
"No, Jules, you look radiant... Like a princess."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Really." He offered her his arm. "Ready for the ball, Cinderella."
"Only if you’ll be my prince," she smiled, linking her arm in his and giving him a light peck on the cheek.
"Always," he smiled back.
Fandom: Dirty Sexy Money
Author: kawaiispinel
Feedback: ...Is loverly.
Word Count: 477
Rating: G
Prompt: 73. I. Can't. (Multifandom 100 Challenge)
Characters: Juliet, Jeremy
Summary: Jeremy attempts to get Juliet to her own party.
Disclaimer: Nothing's mine. Get the lawyers off my lawn.
Author's Note: Written for
allfireburns , who requested ickle!Jeremy and Juliet. And it may not come off as that, because they're so young in canon anyway, but they're totally teenagers here, really.
Jeremy paced outside of his sister’s room, occasionally pausing to check his watch and give an exasperated sigh before resuming his pacing. After this process had repeated itself several more times, he knocked on the door again, hoping this time might yield the results he wanted.
"Jules, don’t make me break the door down."
"HA!" Juliet scoffed from inside her room. From the volume of her voice, he assumed she was right in front of the door. "I’d like to see you try. You dislocated your shoulder trying to break into a cardboard box."
"Plywood box, Juliet," Jeremy corrected, practically whining. "And that was when I was six."
"I’m not coming out."
"You have to come out. It’s a coming out party. By definition, it requires you to ‘come out’"
"I’m defying the system. It’s what I do."
Jeremy took a deep breath. "Don’t make me get Dad up here."
"He won’t make me and you know it."
"Okay, fair enough. Don’t make me get Mom up here."
There was silence on the other side of the door, followed by Juliet opening it slightly and sticking her head out. "There’ll be boys there."
"Oh woe is you," Jeremy rolled his eyes. "You see boys at school all the time."
"Not like this. I’ll be expected to flirt with them and be all eloquent... I can’t be eloquent around boys."
"Jules, if you want this boy’s opinion, boys don’t care about eloquence. They just want you to listen to them talk about polo and their beach houses in Malibu."
Juliet wrinkled her nose. "I don’t like that either." She started to shut the door in his face again, but he caught it before she could close it all the way and pushed it open again.
"Look, if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll escort you to the party, and if any of those guys get flaky, I’ll... Punch them."
"You’ll break your hand like last time," Juliet giggled.
Jeremy shrugged. "It’ll be worth it."
She rolled her eyes and stepped out of her room, the diamonds on her white dress and in her hair sparkling under the hall lights. Jeremy was speechless for all of a second at how absolutely stunning she looked.
"Oh God, I don’t look like a dork in this, do I?" She asked, misinterpreting the look on his face. He gripped her hand tighter to prevent her from fleeing into her room again.
"No, Jules, you look radiant... Like a princess."
She blinked. "Really?"
"Really." He offered her his arm. "Ready for the ball, Cinderella."
"Only if you’ll be my prince," she smiled, linking her arm in his and giving him a light peck on the cheek.
"Always," he smiled back.