Dear Jane Doe

For a few seconds I thought it was just my imagination toying nastily with me. It knew that her voice was the only thing that could ever really quicken my heartbeat. She’d broken through this heart of ice without even really trying to.

“I swear to God if you don’t come over here and help me you’re going to find out how mean my right fist is” came her voice again only tinted with agitation.

I turned around at that and couldn’t help but burst into laughter. Jane Doe was sprawled awkwardly on the sopping floor; her beautiful lips pushed out into a pout while amusement danced in her pure eyes. All at once a million emotions hit me hard in the face which stifled my laughter into a coughing fit.

This wasn’t the romantic image I’d always envisioned of us. She lay angrily on the floor while I doubled over with unexpected coughs. “Don’t freakin’ die on me Alec I’ve only just got here” she smiled somewhat and watched me hurriedly wipe my eyes. “Anyway I never expected that you’d be the one crying.”

“I guess I deserved that” I strode over carefully to her and held out my hand. She took it graciously and stood up so fast she jolted into me. I teetered back, my arms coiling round her, so we swayed to regain balance in a sort of strange dance. She was laughing but I couldn’t find anything amusing in the situation. Being this close to her was more exciting than amusing.

“You’re staring at me” she whispered, so close that I could almost taste her lips on mine. My eyes wouldn’t relinquish the sight of her. How beautiful she was. How much I wanted to scoop her up and take her away with me.

“So are you” I met her stare with one equally powerful. She blushed slightly and suddenly I lost control of myself. I leaned forward quickly and smashed my lips on hers forcefully. This wasn’t the romantic first kiss I had planned on using but she was way too intoxicating to just peck.

Abruptly, she pulled away. “Hey. I’m still mad at you.”

“I know I know” my arms wound possessively around her waist so she couldn’t escape. I couldn’t lose her now. I wouldn’t.

She smiled beautifully and observed me with a tenderness that took me quite by surprise. “Do you kiss all the girls who are mad at you? Just to let you know it’s not a very good apology.”

I feigned hurt “are you saying my kissing isn’t good enough?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying Alec Bradshaw.” I pulled her closer to me again and covered her lips with mine, equally as passionate. It was my turn to pull away this time; she kept leaning forward every time I tried.

“What’s your name Jane Doe?” She smirked against my lips before kissing them quickly again.

“Elizabeth Brooke.” Suddenly I was laughing. It was unexpected to both of us yet she unsurely joined in.

“My name isn’t that funny” she poked me lightly in the chest. I stole her hand and pressed it to my face. I was scared she would disappear. This was everything I’d ever dreamt of and would ever dream of; I couldn’t help but question the reality in it.

“You’re like a dream” I whispered impulsively.

“And you’re a bloody nightmare” Elizabeth snatched her hand away and wiggled free of my grasp without any result. There was no way in hell she was leaving me now.

“What’s wrong?”

“This is wrong Alec. We’re too different people… it would never work” the rain now fell in a light mist around us but I wondered if the water dripping down her face was from that?

“Haven’t our letter proved otherwise?” She didn’t reply. “Look Elizabeth Brooke I need you. You have no idea how much I need you. Everyone else doesn’t matter, I don’t care about what they say or think, I just want to be able to hold you and tell you that I love you.”

“You love me?” she gasped out. I started to feel sick. Was it too soon to tell her? Did she even feel the same way? Was I doing this all in vain?

“Yes” I mumbled, rather shamefacedly.

“Are you ashamed of it?” her eyes were filled with tears the next time I could look at her. “I understand I’m just the geeky foreign girl. You’re the most popular guy in fucking town; I wouldn’t blame you if you were ashamed.”

“No” I shouted in my alarm “I love you Lizz, I’m not ashamed of it. I am ashamed that I loved you even before we spoke but I’m not ashamed now.” To prove my point I lifted my head to the crying sky and yelled “I, Alec Bradshaw, love Elizabeth Brooke with all my heart.” I turned and whispered in her ear “and with something else too.”

She blushed again and shoved me playfully.

“Nobody’s ever called me Lizz before.”

“Nobody’s ever turned me down before?” I said hopefully.

She giggled perfectly and rested her head against my chest. “I’m not turning you down. I’d love to be with you more than words can express.”

My heart seemed to soar on wings. “I love you” I told her again as I stole kisses.

“I know” Lizz wrapped her arms around my neck and deepened one of the kisses before I could pull away to give her another one.

“Shall we step out of the rain?” I buried my face in her dripping mess of auburn hair. She laughed lightly as I raised her up into my arms and carried her over the fence separating my house from us.

“I didn’t know you live here.” I bit my lip and avoided eye contact with her until she finally got it. “You bloody stalker, you said you loved me before you’d even met me and now I know why. Pervert.” I kissed her forehead and nodded my head vigorously.

“Can’t deny that I am.”

It was bliss just to be able to hold her in my arms no matter how corny that sounded. I just fucking loved everything about her and now I could claim her too. She was mine at last.

As I carried her, both of us leaving trails of rainwater on the stairs, she pulled me closer by my collar. “Show me just how much of a pervert you can be Alec Bradshaw.”

The End