She's been waiting for this moment for a long time now. She's daydreamed about it, written countless ways it could happen in her most secret of diaries (the red one, the one that looks like a dictionary if you're just scanning her bookshelf, the one she knows no one ever looks in because she would have heard her father's screams of rage once he saw the pictures that Agnes' boyfriend had taken pressed inside the cover), and she's even made solemn birthday wishes about it. But now that's it happening? All she wants to turn around and raise her arm and just wait for him to run smack into the palm of her right hand.
"Jenny!" His voice is shrill-- well, as shrill as Nate's voice can actually get, which isn't really shrill at all-- and by the time his hand curves around her shoulder he is audibly out of breath. She can practically see the way he's hunched over without turning around, hear the desperation in the way he pants for breath. But instead of smiling and turning around and throwing her arms around his neck like she wants to (like
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aw, I'm really glad you like it! I COMPLETELY forgot I had started it, so then I just wound up redoing it tonight because I couldn't sleep... so I wasn't sure how good it was going to be!
I love writing them, though. have I shown you the other pieces I have of them?
"Jenny!" His voice is shrill-- well, as shrill as Nate's voice can actually get, which isn't really shrill at all-- and by the time his hand curves around her shoulder he is audibly out of breath. She can practically see the way he's hunched over without turning around, hear the desperation in the way he pants for breath. But instead of smiling and turning around and throwing her arms around his neck like she wants to (like ( ... )
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I encourage you to cross post this to nate_jenny. I'm sure other fans would appreciate this as well! :)
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I love writing them, though. have I shown you the other pieces I have of them?
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