| Good Luck Charm Series |
| I haven't slept at all in days It's been so long since we've talked And I have been here many times I just don't know what I'm doin' wrong She came up to the door of her newly bought house as she tried to manage balancing three bags of groceries while pulling out her keys, few oranges and apples tumbling out of the brown packages. "Grr!" Mary Beth Patson growled as she set the bags down and leaned them up against the wall. "What the Hell is wrong with me this week? I can't fucking function right! What did I do wrong?" Suddenly, she realized what had made her week so terrible. She hadn't talked to JC at all. He was her good luck charm. Seriously. If the toaster wasn't working right, all he had to do was stand beside her and her breakfast would pop up, like magic. Magic. Maybe that's that tingly feeling she got whenever he touched her skin, that went all the way down to the tips of her toes and came back up, leaving her head in the clouds. She brushed a stray lock of brown curls behind her ear and reached for an apple, just as another hand met hers to reach it. She pulled back as if it were a snake, then jumped up, clocking the person in the head. "Oh Jesus!" she exclaimed. "I'm so sorry. Josh? What the Hell are you doing here?" "I live here with you, remember?" "Oh. Yeah." Mary Beth was rather disappointed that he didn't come just for, like, a friendly visit. He always did that with his other friends. The hurt and aggrivation must've shone in her dark brown eyes, for when he looked up, his eyebrow raised and she almost laughed. It was funny when he was confused. "You okay, Mar? You look hurt." "Yeah. Just having another one of my weeks," she told him as she went down and picked up some of her spilled fruits. "Well, here, I'll take the groceries inside and you go take a nap. Sleep does wonders for me, and you look like you need a bit of rest," he informed, noting the big bags under her eyes. "Thanks, JC." What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? He walked out of the hot shower with a towel around his waist, and smiled when he looked down the hallway to see his best friend, Mary Beth, asleep in her room with the door wide opened. She looked so peaceful when she slept. So calm. And he loved it when she was calm, because she didn't get to experience calmness too often since her best friend was a popstar. Actually, he loved everything about her. From the way 7 top teeth and 6 bottom teeth showed when she smiled, down to the way she pulled her socks on when in a rush to get to work. He could always count on her to brighten his whole day up just by wiggling her nose the way she did whenever her musical laughter graced his ears. He was so in love with her. But then there were the questions JC always asked himself. Does she feel the same? and How do I make her fall in love with me? There's only so much I can take I've just gotta let it go And who knows I might feel better, yeah If I don't try and I don't hope "I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE!" Mary Beth screamed as she flung the remote control at the TV, making it go black. It might've been broken, but at least she didn't have to stare at Bobbie's ugly ass face for another 10 minutes. She didn't know why she hated Bobbie so much, the girl hadn't done a thing to her. Yet, she still cringed whenever the bitch called, begging for JC, or whenever she stopped by "just to say Hi!" "You so love him," Mary's best friend, Katie, told her as she sat down on the bed beside her and hugged her with one arm. "Do not." "Do too." "Not." "Too." "Not!" "Too!" "Not!!" "Too!!" "NOT!!" "TOO!!" "I DO NOT LOVE HIM!!" Katie raised an eyebrow at her and smiled slyly. "Then why do you get this hurt look in your eyes whenever I say her name?" "I don't know what you're talking about." "Bobbie." A little singe of pain tore at her body, and she shuddered to make it go away. "See? You shuddered. It makes you jealous. The fact that he's dating her and not you makes you jealous." Maybe she's right. What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? No more waiting No more aching No more fighting No more trying This was it. Today was the day. He was either going to tell her, or die trying. He carefully gripped his pen and made the ink run smoothly over the sheet of paper. Letters quickly formed words, words melted into sentences, sentences flowed into paragraphs and two paragraphs became a letter addressed to Mary Beth. He signed his name down the bottom and slipped it into the tiny envelope, then wondered if he should leave it on the desk for her to find, or give it to her in person. His nerves became shot at the thought of her tearing the letter into shreds in front of him, so he'd leave it on the desk. But then he wouldn't be able to see the results. Did he want to? What if she read it and felt the same? But what if she had no idea what to feel? Suddenly his internal fighting came to a halt as the back door opened and the love of his life entered the house. He could actually feel the temperature rise inside, that's how much warmer he felt at the sight of her. Mary Beth walked up to him with her hands behind her back. "I got hired today!" "Really?! I'm so happy for you!" he exclaimed, picking her slender body up and spinning it around. She beamed at him and he set her down, she was centimeters away from his face. Baby, there's nothing more to say And in a funny way I'm calm Because the power is not mine I'm just gunna let it fly Mary Beth's nervousness shot sky high as she looked into his clear eyes. She searched them for a moment, wondering what was going to happen next. "I've, umm got something for you." His voice shook with emotion, as did his hands, as he pulled the envelope from his back pocket and handed it to her. She looked at him quizzically, then lifted the flap. Dear Mary Beth, I really have no idea where I should start with this letter, Hell, I don't even know what to say. I haven't thought a thing out, all except for the fact that I needed to tell you this somehow, this is the method I chose. I love you. Simple as that. I love you more than I've ever loved anything in my whole life. You light up my life, and I love everything about you, even down to the way your nose crinkles and wiggles when you laugh. The way your feet sound when you walk. The way, I hope, this ring will look on your finger, telling the whole world that you are mine. Love, Josh What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? What can I do to make you love me? What can I do to make you care? What can I say to make you feel this? What can I do to get you there? "Joshua." "Don't say a word," he interrupted. "Mary Beth, that letter couldn't even describe one hundredth of what I feel for you. I'd do anything for you if you asked me to, all you have to do for me is one thing." "What's that?" I'm lonely Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me, Love me. She looked at him with wide, tear-filled eyes as he got down on one knee before her, holding up a blue velvet box with a sparkling diamond ring in it. "Marry me." |
| Part 1: What Can I Do |