Laney Evans (whoages) wrote in genome_backsl, @ 2012-11-16 23:16:00 |
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Entry tags: | jj allen, laney evans, november 2012 |
Who: Laney and JJ
What: cold feet
When: January 27, 2042
Where: JJ's apartment, NYC
Rated: TBD
It wasn't that Laney was having second thoughts. She wasn't. She loved Noah. She loved him more than she thought she could love someone. She definitely loved him more than Chaz, that stupid bastard. It was just nerve-wracking. She was, again, jumping into the very thing that had caused her so much grief for two years: marriage. Not that she thought Noah would do to her what Chaz did, but there was still that fear. It lingered, quietly, in the back of her mind and she couldn't get it out.
It was especially loud these days, as her distractions were little; few and far between. Noah was out of town, visiting his parents, or Robin's mother, or something that she didn't really care enough to ask about. He was gone-- that was all that mattered. And so, she sat around most of the time, doing nothing. One could only look over flower arrangements and seating plans so many times before it got boring. Or tedious. Or frightening. That voice in the back of her mind would start to ask her those questions-- the ones she preferred to avoid. 'Is this the right thing?' 'Is Noah going to cheat on me too?' 'What will everyone think about the age difference?'
Laney wasn't one to care about what other people thought, but really, all this was making her head spin. She needed someone to talk to, without being judged for it. That meant her 'new' friends were out. She wasn't going to talk about her doubts about Noah with people who were also his friends. That just didn't seem right to her. No, she needed someone who was all hers. Someone who was loyal to her, and just her. She needed Jasper John.
So there she was, standing on the stoop to his apartment building, with a six pack of his favorite beer. She pushed the buzzer for his apartment, and patiently waited for his voice to respond through the intercom. She wasn't entirely sure that she was supposed to be doing what she was, but at that point in time, Laney decided this was what she needed. The intercom buzzed.
"Hey, it's Laney. Let me in."