Author: NeliaDaniels21 PM
This is the challenging story of Jeremy's attempts to impress Jane, and hopefully ask her out. He is challenged by work, friends, family, and of course love. We all know Jane's feelings, but do we know his?Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor/Romance - Jeremy J. - Chapters: 8 - Words: 4,604 - Reviews: 41 - Favs: 13 - Follows: 31 - Updated: 09-27-12 - Published: 02-20-12 - id: 7856273
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A/N: Hey everyone! Ok, first off, I want to apologize for not updating as much as I should. School just started and I've been so super busy! I really will try to update more, as I'm sure most of you heard about the show getting canceled….. Very sad I know, however, do not fret! I'm here to stay! Another thing, I really and truly want to thank each and every one of you for staying with me (and Jeremy) through this story. I don't even care if only one person is reading this; I want to finish what I started. I'd love to hear from you guys! P.M. message me anytime! It'd be great to chat with you! Ok, I'll shut up now… I give you…. JEREMY JONES!
Have you ever woken up and thought, 'what did I do last night?' yeah, I WISH I had that thought, I know very well what I did last night and I'm not proud of myself in any way… I can't believe what a jerk I was to Jane, but then again, she did lie. And it wasn't a little white lie like 'yeah mom, I aced that test!' no, this was completely and utterly humiliating. For both of us. I actually kind of have to admire her for keeping that up for over a year. But the point is she lied, no one has the right to lie to someone else like that! NO ONE! No matter how long you were together, and she said she loved you… and she said forever…. And…. And…. Lucy. Oh God, I think Jane was right. I think this does have something more to it than just her lying about her age. I hop out of bed, go out onto the balcony of the hotel, and just take it all in. London really is beautiful. I stand there, alone, and begin to recollect my painful past…..
FIVE YEARS EARLIER….
My heart was beating a mile a minute, I've never been so nervous in my life! What is she going to say?
I jumped onto the top of the bar, and as loud as I could, announced to the ENTIRE pub, "LUCY DRENCSON, I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY HEART AND THEN SOME, I, ON THIS DAY, ASK FOR YOUR HAND IN MARRIAGE, AND IF YOU'LL HAVE ME, I PROMISE TO LOVE AND CHERISH YOU FOREVER." Awes and cheers are coming from the crowd around me; I couldn't help but smile like an idiot. I waited, for what seemed like an eternity, for a reaction from her. She then slowly stood up on the bar with me, and kissed me right there, in front of the entire world. "May I take that as a yes?" "You can take that as a yes." The entire bar cheered and whistled, I've never been so happy. In that moment, I could fly. And so could she, she was perfect, she was incredible, she was mine.
After about an 8 month engagement full of laughter and love, we were to be wed. It was the morning of June 30th, the day we had met about 4 years before. As the church filled up with family and friends, I stood in the back room getting dressed. My best man David came in to greet me.
"Almost ready princess?" He laughed, which actually helped calm my nerves.
"I'm marrying the woman I love today, how could I be anything but?"
We walk out of the room and into the chapel. Smiling faces and white roses lined the pews, I took my spot on the alter with David by my side, followed by my brother, and dad. The bridesmaids took their spots as well, the priest walks up, and smiles. Everyone takes their seats, and the organ starts. I've waited for this moment my entire life, I knew from day one I'd marry Lucy, she was the missing puzzle piece. The organ continues for an extra verse…. Funny, we rehearsed only for only one…. Huh. Odd. Another verse of 'Here Comes the Bride', but the bride never came. I prayed that those doors would swing open, revealing my beautiful bride-to-be. They never did. After a while, I briskly walk back down the aisle, open the doors, and run out of the church. Down the street, I see our limo making a turn onto the highway. The 'just married' cans dangling in the breeze. At my feet I see a note-
"Jeremy, I'm sorry, it wouldn't have worked out anyway."
I reread the note at least ten times, the cold words staying the same. 'It wouldn't have worked out anyway.' Those were the last things my fiancé had ever said to me. I flipped the note over and pulled off the ring that had been taped onto the paper.
I guess that's the reason I have trouble trusting in a relationship. I honestly haven't had a long-term relationship since. Explains a lot. Maybe I was too hard on Jane, lying just, strikes a nerve. The streets of London give me a sense of serenity. I go back inside to pack my things, head out the door, and get into a taxi on my way to the airport. New York is waiting. And so is Jane.