Couldn't Help Myself, 5
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tr_ficTitle: I Couldn’t Help Myself, Chapter 5: Said Our Goodbyes
Characters: OFC, John Terry ; Frank Lampard, others mentioned
Rating: PG-13, higher later on
Words: 1010
Summary: JT & Jess have lunch while Frank decides to be a bad boy...;-D
A/N: Despite the lack of interest on the last chapter, I continue to push forward. I apologize in advance for the crap-ness of this chapter, I was not having a good day.
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John took a sip of his tea, eyeing his dinning companion, as the waiter came back to the table.
“Would the miss care for anything else?” He asked warily.
“’m good, thanks.” Jessica laughed after wiping her mouth. The waiter seemed relieved and disappeared. When she noticed his eyes on her, she looked at John. “What?”
John laughed once and shook his head. “Nothing, nothing.”
Jessica gave him a level look. “You’re comparing me to other women you know; former girlfriends, your mom.”
John gaped. “How did—?”
“I have magical powers.” Jessica teased before taking a sip of water. She scowled again at the taste.
“Still not any better?” John asked, noticing.
“An acquired taste I think. I miss the good ol’ Florida water.” She looked outside and sighed. “And the sunshine.”
John laughed. “We get rain a lot here.”
“I noticed.” Jessica smiled slightly at him.
“Honestly, how did you know what I was thinking? And no magical powers bollocks either.” John reprimanded slightly.
“Well, my dad was in the navy and he was trained to, erm…read people. Profile them, you could say. Anyway, he did it all the time and I picked up on some of the habits and I guess it stuck. Sorry, it sort of happens whether I want it to or not and comes out in conversation.” Jessica looked down at the table, embarrassed.
“That’s cool.” John said with awe. “No, really. To be able to do that, and accurately as well, that’s cool.”
Jessica blushed harder. “Thanks.”
John decided to move the conversation along a bit. “Well, back to the original point, no you’re not like any other girl I know.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing…” Jessica’s wit picked up again.
“I know, and I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a bad thing. You’re just…different. Good different.” John added as an afterthought. Jessica smiled and John decided that he liked that smile and wanted her to keep doing it. Lord when did I turn into such a tosser?
Jessica leaned back in her chair. “Thanks for lunch, even though I really should pay for my own.” John opened his mouth to start another ‘discussion’ about the issue but Jessica beat him to it. “But you won’t let me and I won’t fight so, that’s that. But I should be going.”
John froze as a sudden wave of fear washed over his nervous system. Go… He didn’t want her to go.
“But, I mean…we were having a good time. Are you sure you have to go?”
Jessica gave him a sad look. “Well, I am leaving tomorrow. Plus, well…I’m sure you have other things to do.”
It was true. Chelsea’s season was about to start and he was supposed to be focusing on that. But this girl was making everything seem so different, so…interesting. John looked down for a minute before meeting her sad look with one of his own.
“Well, at least let me give you a lift back to your hotel.”
Jessica smiled. “I’d like that.”
Frank eyed Chester carefully as he dialed the final of several numbers on his mobile phone. He had things set for tonight. He would owe several of their mates favors, but this would be worth it.
As the last number rang and rang, Frank half wondered if the man would even pick up. It’s not like he would blame him…
“’ello?”
Frank heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Hey, mate, listen. I need a huge favor…”
“What the bleedin’ ‘ell are you on about Frank?”
Frank proceeded to tell the owner of the harshly accented voice the situation. Once the other man had recovered from his laughter about the fact that John Terry needed help with ‘girl issues’, he agreed to come. Frank hung up on the still-chuckling man.
“Oh John is going to positively murder me…” Frank said aloud with glee. Chester growled. “Oh shut it! You… This is in his best interest.”
Chester thumped his tail on the hardwood floor once as a response as Frank rolled his eyes and headed for John’s closet. Now all he had to do was find the bugger something to wear…
John pulled up outside the hotel and looked at it and then at her. He was trying to think of witty things to say that would make this parting slightly less saddening than it actually was. But things like ‘good luck to your team on their season’ and ‘good luck with your studies’ seemed…pathetic. Especially after the conversation that they’d had earlier about the little things of their lives.
Jessica heaved a sigh and looked at him. “Well, I guess I should go. Thanks for the ride cowboy.”
“You’re welcome princess.” John responded. Then, when she was getting ready to open the car door, he spoke again, rushed. “Hey, can I have your mobile number?”
Jessica’s head snapped back to him. “Uhm…sure.”
She waited for him to get his phone ready for her input before handing the device to her. She entered her information and handed it back with a smile. Her fingers brushed his slightly and the spark that shifted between the two of them had each reacting by pulling away and pretending like nothing had happened.
“Well, good luck to Chelsea. Something tells me you’re going to need it.” She winked and then opened the door.
“Liverpool will need all the help they can get love.” John winked back and Jessica laughed as she climbed out.
“We’ll see who holds that Premiership trophy at the end of the season, Johnny boy.” She said with a playful smile as she shut the door. She took a few steps onto the sidewalk before she turned back to wave at him once. She then walked inside and was gone; the spin of the rotating doors confirmed it.
John shook his head and pulled away from the curb. He knew that he would be spending the rest of the night, and probably the week, trying to get this one afternoon, and three wonderful days, out from his head.
Characters: OFC, John Terry ; Frank Lampard, others mentioned
Rating: PG-13, higher later on
Words: 1010
Summary: JT & Jess have lunch while Frank decides to be a bad boy...;-D
A/N: Despite the lack of interest on the last chapter, I continue to push forward. I apologize in advance for the crap-ness of this chapter, I was not having a good day.
One Two Three Four
John took a sip of his tea, eyeing his dinning companion, as the waiter came back to the table.
“Would the miss care for anything else?” He asked warily.
“’m good, thanks.” Jessica laughed after wiping her mouth. The waiter seemed relieved and disappeared. When she noticed his eyes on her, she looked at John. “What?”
John laughed once and shook his head. “Nothing, nothing.”
Jessica gave him a level look. “You’re comparing me to other women you know; former girlfriends, your mom.”
John gaped. “How did—?”
“I have magical powers.” Jessica teased before taking a sip of water. She scowled again at the taste.
“Still not any better?” John asked, noticing.
“An acquired taste I think. I miss the good ol’ Florida water.” She looked outside and sighed. “And the sunshine.”
John laughed. “We get rain a lot here.”
“I noticed.” Jessica smiled slightly at him.
“Honestly, how did you know what I was thinking? And no magical powers bollocks either.” John reprimanded slightly.
“Well, my dad was in the navy and he was trained to, erm…read people. Profile them, you could say. Anyway, he did it all the time and I picked up on some of the habits and I guess it stuck. Sorry, it sort of happens whether I want it to or not and comes out in conversation.” Jessica looked down at the table, embarrassed.
“That’s cool.” John said with awe. “No, really. To be able to do that, and accurately as well, that’s cool.”
Jessica blushed harder. “Thanks.”
John decided to move the conversation along a bit. “Well, back to the original point, no you’re not like any other girl I know.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing…” Jessica’s wit picked up again.
“I know, and I didn’t mean that it wasn’t a bad thing. You’re just…different. Good different.” John added as an afterthought. Jessica smiled and John decided that he liked that smile and wanted her to keep doing it. Lord when did I turn into such a tosser?
Jessica leaned back in her chair. “Thanks for lunch, even though I really should pay for my own.” John opened his mouth to start another ‘discussion’ about the issue but Jessica beat him to it. “But you won’t let me and I won’t fight so, that’s that. But I should be going.”
John froze as a sudden wave of fear washed over his nervous system. Go… He didn’t want her to go.
“But, I mean…we were having a good time. Are you sure you have to go?”
Jessica gave him a sad look. “Well, I am leaving tomorrow. Plus, well…I’m sure you have other things to do.”
It was true. Chelsea’s season was about to start and he was supposed to be focusing on that. But this girl was making everything seem so different, so…interesting. John looked down for a minute before meeting her sad look with one of his own.
“Well, at least let me give you a lift back to your hotel.”
Jessica smiled. “I’d like that.”
Frank eyed Chester carefully as he dialed the final of several numbers on his mobile phone. He had things set for tonight. He would owe several of their mates favors, but this would be worth it.
As the last number rang and rang, Frank half wondered if the man would even pick up. It’s not like he would blame him…
“’ello?”
Frank heaved a huge sigh of relief. “Hey, mate, listen. I need a huge favor…”
“What the bleedin’ ‘ell are you on about Frank?”
Frank proceeded to tell the owner of the harshly accented voice the situation. Once the other man had recovered from his laughter about the fact that John Terry needed help with ‘girl issues’, he agreed to come. Frank hung up on the still-chuckling man.
“Oh John is going to positively murder me…” Frank said aloud with glee. Chester growled. “Oh shut it! You… This is in his best interest.”
Chester thumped his tail on the hardwood floor once as a response as Frank rolled his eyes and headed for John’s closet. Now all he had to do was find the bugger something to wear…
John pulled up outside the hotel and looked at it and then at her. He was trying to think of witty things to say that would make this parting slightly less saddening than it actually was. But things like ‘good luck to your team on their season’ and ‘good luck with your studies’ seemed…pathetic. Especially after the conversation that they’d had earlier about the little things of their lives.
Jessica heaved a sigh and looked at him. “Well, I guess I should go. Thanks for the ride cowboy.”
“You’re welcome princess.” John responded. Then, when she was getting ready to open the car door, he spoke again, rushed. “Hey, can I have your mobile number?”
Jessica’s head snapped back to him. “Uhm…sure.”
She waited for him to get his phone ready for her input before handing the device to her. She entered her information and handed it back with a smile. Her fingers brushed his slightly and the spark that shifted between the two of them had each reacting by pulling away and pretending like nothing had happened.
“Well, good luck to Chelsea. Something tells me you’re going to need it.” She winked and then opened the door.
“Liverpool will need all the help they can get love.” John winked back and Jessica laughed as she climbed out.
“We’ll see who holds that Premiership trophy at the end of the season, Johnny boy.” She said with a playful smile as she shut the door. She took a few steps onto the sidewalk before she turned back to wave at him once. She then walked inside and was gone; the spin of the rotating doors confirmed it.
John shook his head and pulled away from the curb. He knew that he would be spending the rest of the night, and probably the week, trying to get this one afternoon, and three wonderful days, out from his head.
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