fuck y'all if ya doubt me

Jeremy’s confessions threw Gracie off her game. Throughout her entire relationship with the boy, she never once questioned the type of bond they shared. Sure, they were closer then what most people would deem normal — she had her fair share of inappropriate thoughts, especially when she was younger. She experienced her own variety of wet dreams starring the him, and she couldn’t deny sneaking peaks every now and then when the opportunity presented itself. But despite all that she knew they were only ever friends, best of friends, but friends all the same. Any feelings or thoughts that went against that were pushed away and hidden in parts of her mind that she never visited. Their friendship deserved more then a half assed attempt at a relationship, especially when they both struggled so much in that department. “I always knew you were obsessed with me.” She joked, meeting his kiss with force of her own. Her hands trailed their way down his body, resting on his solid abdomen, through the fabric of his shirt, as she spoke. “This is crazy.” And it was. Crazy didn’t even begin to describe it. “You’re Jeremy for fucks sake—” She broke away from the kiss to look down at him, her eyes studying what seemed like a whole new face. He was Jeremy, and he was exactly who she wanted right now. Her lips formed into a cheeky smirk. “I can’t let you think I’m all talk though, can I?” Swiftly, her fingers undid the button of his jeans. Gracie’s hand slipped into his pants and found exactly what it was looking for.

"Obsessed? No. A horny teenage boy," he paused, biting her bottom lip as he kissed her. "That I was.. Still am." As soon as her hands reached his hardness, he gasped into her mouth. At this point he was probably grinning like an idiot, his eyes meeting hers. "No, I don't think you can," he answered. But this time, he turned them over where he was on top of her instead of the other way around. Swiftly taking his shirt off, he threw it aside. Not noticing where in the hell that shirt had landed and to be honest, he didn't care. He was in Gracie's room, not a random girl who he'd have to make sure where his things landed just in case a crazy ex came barging through the room. He'd have no shame walking out the room naked but you never knew.  The crazy ex would kill the girl and just because his clothes were there, the blame would somehow fall on him. Jeremys mind worked in crazy ways sometimes.  His own hands traveled down to the hem of her shit, traveling up and under her shirt until the reached her breast. Cupping it, massaging it in his hand softly before pinching the nipple underneath the bra. His breathing was heavy as he grind himself against her. Kissing her lips, the kisses traveling down her neck as his hand worked on her breast. Who would have ever thought he'd be doing this with Gracie, though he often thought about it and spoke about it with her-- he didn't think it would ever actually happen. "You sure?" he asked, knowing very well this could change their relationship.. forever.

"You did jinx it, damn it." She laughed, knowing full well she was only half kidding. If she was completely honest with herself, she was a little jealous of Sadie. If Jeremy was going to drunkenly marry anyone in Vegas, she would have liked it to be her. Gracie didn’t think she had any feelings for him but her mind seemed to be in a tailspin. Something in the water, or maybe the chicken nuggets, was seriously messing with her head. Her confusing thoughts were suddenly cut short. By his lips. "I— what.” She stared wide-eyed up at him for a moment, like a deer caught in headlights, before pulling herself together. “I don’t know about love.” She whispered back, “Most of the time you’re the very bane of my existence. You know with your constant problems and need to deny my awesomeness at every turn. You’d think you’d accept it by now, I’m the greatest person ever.” A dare at age 11, a game of spin the bottle at age 15 — that was as far as Gracie had gone with Jeremy’s lips, until now. Her lips leaned into his, pushing him against the bed as she climbed on top of him. “Now my bullshit, you love.” She spoke between kisses. “Will there ever be a time you can say no to me?” She chuckled against his lips. “Or not think about me naked? Don’t deny it. If you’re thinking about me giving head, you’re definitely thinking about me naked— probably with you.” 

There were certain things in life that were easy for Jeremy. Far from uncomplicated, far from dramatic and one of those things was Gracie. Even Mel brought drama into his life with her constant need to be bitchy. A small chuckle left his  lips before shaking his head. He knew it. A grin planted on his face as his blue eyes met her doe ones. "I knew you were all talk,"  referring to their earlier conversation but he had no problem with that whatsoever.  "Bane of your existence," he repeated after her. 'Whose pain in the ass aren't I? Am I Jeremy if I'm not a pain in the ass," he told her. "I don't think so."  The grin was now practically glued onto his face as she straddled him. Jeremy placed his hands on her waist,before they slowly traveled down to grab her butt, cupping it completely in his hands. He was an ass guy, who didn't know that. "I don't know," he answered. Thinking back to every time she needed something, he ran out to get it. Food? He got it. Carried somewhere? He did it.  The word no just wasn't there for Gracie. He blamed it on having known her for years. Having grown up together. "I've thought about you naked since the first time I got an erection," he admitted. "My first wet dream..most likely you." He laughed, kissing her.  Kissing her wasn't foreign to him, he had felt her soft lips against his before. However, this was different. This wasn't an innocent kiss between two best friends playing a simple game in a basement.  This wasn't a quick kiss, that was over and done with in seven second.  The kiss was hard, passionate as he pushed his tongue against hers. "Who else would it be with? Ain't nobody else fucking you in my dreams but me, babe." 

Shutting the door behind her, Gracie took a seat on the edge of her bed, lifting Jeremy’s feet onto her lap. “You know I never say anything I can’t back up.” She nudged his stomach gently with her elbow as she dug through her McDonalds bag. Between bites, she continued. “Besides you started it. What the fuck was up with your I bet Gracie gives good head tweet? When have you ever thought about me doing anything other then giving you a wedgie? Married life got you fucked already, don’t tell me it hasn’t.” She thought for a moment about just who he was married too, one of her sisters. As bad as that may be, it only got worse. Gracie knew the real issue with what she was doing, or thinking about doing, started and ended with Laura. The brunette didn’t know the details of the relationship he shared with her, but she knew enough to know she’d be in hot water if anyone walked in on them right now. The problem was, although she knew all of this — she just couldn’t stop. Gracie placed her bag of food on her bedside table. She shoved Jeremy over and took her place beside him. “I can’t believe you’re married, J.” She shook her head. Her hand found his and searched his fingers for a ring. “This has got to be a joke, there’s no way you actually went to Vegas and married Sads. If anything, I thought we’d be the ones married one day.” The words flew from her mouth like vomit. She couldn’t control herself. “Drunk and confused the next morning, of course but still, don’t tell me you haven’t thought about it. I’ve gotta be the most constant relationship in your life, the only one who’s stuck around through all your bullshit.”

As she got on the bed, Jeremy pulled her closer to him. Laughing once she mentioned his tweet at her. "Sometimes, Gracie, things just pop in your head that you can't really help but say and I was high as fuck. Contemplating on things I'll miss and I'm not going to lie, that got me fucked up when I realized that was probably one of the things." He thought about a lot of things actually but this wasn't the time or place to think about them again. He was with Gracie. Talking about the marriage wasn't one of his favorite things at the moment, he wanted that far away from his mind as possible but he understood that was going to be a topic he just wasn't going to avoid. "Don- don't please fucking don't," he sighed. The words that fell from her mouth surprising him but he smiled instead of saying anything about it.  "I think I jinxed it. We were just talking about this the other day how I wouldn't be married and at the age of fifty I would be the one to find you."  She was right, she was the one constant thing in his life. They argued, they were playful with each other, she never pushed him away. She never took things he said to heart or threaten to punch him for saying something utterly ridiculous. While every other girl did, she laughed it off or joined him in it.  They could talk, she could talk to him and he could talk to her. No judgement, except playful banter. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to her lips. 'You love my bullshit," he whispered against her lips. 

After arriving to the university from Vegas, Jeremy probably spent a whole entire day locked in his room contemplating life. Married. He was married. Not only was he married but he was married to someone he never in his life saw himself being married to. After cursing himself a couple of times, a few hits of clip he had left he took to twitter and that led him here.  In front of Gracies door. Inside of Alpha Chi. No shame. It was a sorority of the 3 girls in his life. His wife. His best friend and - - whatever she was. The thought of her bringing nothing but unwanted feelings. She pushed him away not the other way around. As soon as the brunette opened the door, he returned the shameless smirk and handed her a bag of Mcdonalds food. "Chicken nuggets," he told her, stepping inside the room and throwing himself on  the bed. "Why you lying?" he chuckled, "You knew I would show up. I'm not the one talking a big game on twitter today though."