Change Of Heart

Chapter 23

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A/N: This entire chapter is going to be in Jeremy's POV.
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JEREMY'S POV:
It was around 1 at night. I was wide awake, going through my messages—debating whether Melissa would come over sooner.

I couldn't go to sleep without her returning home safe. My thoughts were interrupted by a continuous pounding on the front door.

Opening the door, I was greeted with a heavily drunk Melissa in the arms of a still sober Zac.

Seeing me she squealed. She escaped from his grip and ran towards me and wrapped her arms tightly around my waist.

All the while giggling uncontrollably.

"How much did she drink?" I asked Zac with an angry stare. She heavily reaked of alcohol.

"5 shots and 2-3 drinks." He replied rubbing his neck.

"You're giving me some serious explanation about this tomorrow. But thank you for bringing her to me safe."

I shut the door and turned my attention back to the small angel in my arms. She was earnestly looking at me.

"Come one let's get you to your room. You need to sleep."

She opened her arms hinting me to carry her. I sighed but carried her anyway. She slightly flinched but eventually locked her arms around my neck.

"You smell good Jerry."

"Hm."

I managed to open her door with her in my arms. I put her on her bed and went into her closet to grab her a t-shirt.

Finding one I gave it to her. "Change into this."

"I don't want this shirt."

"What about this one?"

"No."

"This one?" I asked holding a purple t-shirt up.

"Ew. Nopes."

"Then which one do you want?"

"The one you're wearing." she giggled after saying this.

"But that's my favourite shirt." I said looking down at the one I was wearing. It was just a plain Nirvana t-shirt.

"It smells good. Just like you. I want it!" She whined.

I sighed knowing it's no use arguing with a drunk person. I pulled my shirt over my head giving it to her.

"Now change into this."

"No!"

"Why now?"  Girls are seriously damn confusing.

"You change me." she childishly pointed her finger at me. I gulped quite visibly knowing it wasn't possible.

"No I'm not doing that." She faked a pout, shaking her head and stomping her feet angrily just like a child would.

God her adorableness is going to drive me insane along with her beauty. She is going to be the death of me.

"No you change me orelse I don't change! Get it?" she stubbornly stated. With no option left I finally gave in.

"Come here shortcake." A huge smile covered her face as she ran to me. My fingers fumbled with her mini skirt's zip.

"Your fingers are cold." she said touching my hand. Her touch gave rise to fireworks within me.

I ignored it and unzipped her skirt. It puddled around her feet and she stepped out of it.

"Did I tell you how crazy it drives me when you call me shortcake? Of course I must have told you. Silly me! Stupid me!"

She kept ranting silly yet cute things to herself. Every now and then she would crack some silly joke and laugh it herself.

"Raise your hands shortcake."

She did as I told her to and I pulled the crop top over her head. I tried to not stare at her perfect upper body, but I couldn't stop my eyes from checking her out.

She looked perfect with her innocent face, sun tanned skin and brown hair. Her flat stomach and her curves completed the look.

"Come on now! My hands hurt." My trance of thoughts were broken by her voice.

I slipped my shirt over her head and it came over till her upper thigh. The shirt indeed looked very huge on her.

"There, you are done. Now go off to sleep." I tucked her in her bed and turned to walk out of the room.

"Jeremy. Please stay tonight?" Her blue eyes pleaded me. I couldn't get myself to let her down.

I nodded my head. She scooted over to make some place for me. We lay down—with her in my arms.

"Aren't you tired kitten? You should sleep now."

"Nah I'm not tired. Let's talk."

So there we sat, talking 'bout anything and everything at 1:30 at night.

"And the girl was like 'You bitch!' and I threw the paint all over her face." saying so Melissa completed another one of her childhood stories.

I was laughing so hard to myself that tears rolled down from the corner of my eyes.

"I see you were brave as a kid shortcake."

"Yeah. I was the person who taught self defence to John. I mean just look at my biceps." She held her bony arm up.

I bursted out laughing at the sight of her 'biceps'.

"Oh puh-lease! I know my biceps are admired by all."

"Whatever helps you sleep at night kitten."

There was silence for sometime which made me believe that maybe Melissa drifted off to sleep.

"Jerry," she spoke after a while. "what's your deepest secret?"

"Not a secret, just one thing that I haven't yet told anyone."

"What is it?"

"I once made out in the staff room with my vice-principal in middle school."

"No you didn't." she choked on her laughter.

"Yes I did." I joined in her laughter.

After out laughter subsided, she looked away forlornly.

"What's wrong Mel?"

"Nothing."

"So why are you sad?"

"Just knowing that you made out with someone else. It makes me sad." she spoke honestly.

"Well you still do make out with random chicks. It's just that....it makes me jealous." she kept ranting.

I was tongue-tied at this and didn't know what to say. I love drunk Melissa.

"Go to sleep shortcake. It's almost 2:30." I said after sometime. She didn't argue, just nodded her head and closed her eyes.

"Want to know my secret Jeremy?"

"Yeah."

"Just three simple words for someone special."

I didn't want to hear the three words or to whom they were directed. But my curiosity got the best of me.

"What words?" I asked with me eyes shut.

She came close to me. Her mouth near my ear.

"I. Love. You." and then she was out.
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Phew! Atlast I had it done. Did Melissa even mean what she said? Now that's to find out further.
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