Lucy Mckeown

Jeremy missed Lucy’s lips on his and couldn’t help but feel a pang of disappointment when she pulled away, but her next words made up for it. “How shall we go about this?” He asked, readying to order their drinks.

She got butterflies when their lips touched, it felt like an electric current going through her and when she pulled away she felt slightly disappointed in herself, she could kiss him all day. ''I'm not sure.'' She grinned, ''Where's a vampire when you need one?'' She winked.

Some party...(open)

Jeremy threw his hands in the air in defence and shook his head. “I am hangover free.” He admitted, a grin tugging at his mouth. “And I am always willing to get drunk for my girlfriend.” 

She grinned at his reaction and response and leant over the table, planting a kiss on the corner of his mouth, ''Then let's go get drunk,'' She giggled.

Some party...(open)

Used to. It was as if Jeremy wasn’t there, wasn’t capable of liking things now that he was well… dead. And she was almost right in thinking that- he would have too, if he were still alive and human. What did Jeremy like to do? He liked to spend time with his sister and Alaric, shooting things in the woods. He liked to draw. But that was all he ever really did, besides drinking and sleeping and hanging around The Grill to talk to Matt and Lucy and Eva and various other people. “I don’t know, what is there to do in Mystic Falls?” He already knew the answer; absolutely nothing. Besides being full of vampires and werewolves and other things ripped straight from fairy tales, Mystic Falls was the most boring place on the planet.

Lucy regretted the words as soon as they came out of her mouth, used to. She felt like slapping herself, but she didn't, not wanting to make a fool of herself further. She sucked in the air around her quickly and gave an apologetic half-smile. ''Not much.'' She looked down at their hands, twisted around each other, ''Well... We could get drunk, but I don't know if you're sporting a hangover or not.'' 

A smile played on Jeremy’s lips at Lucy’s comforting words, but he still felt bad. He shouldn’t be the one that needed cheering up, yet he was constantly having people Elena trying to wretch a smile on to his face and trying to force him to forget his unfortunate encounter with death and act like nothing ever really happened. And sometimes it really did work. He wanted it to work with Lucy, he wanted it to feel like everything was normal and he hadn’t got himself into a relationship that was destined to have a devastating ending. Him and Lucy didn’t have the chance to marry and have kids like normal people- if they were to last that long. Because Jeremy would never change, never grow old. But he agreed nonetheless. 

She saw Jeremy's smile tugging at the corners of his mouth and she knew that his mind was fighting the losing battle of attempting to be happy. She felt bad, she knew that his death was not something she could make him forget, not even for a moment but she wanted to try and make him happy... Or even just a small amount of happiness so that she could see what he was maybe once like. ''Jer.'' She murmured, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles, ''What did you... used to like doing?'' She flushed, feeling bad for yet again another reminder.

"Well, I’ve been a terrible boyfriend. I stood you up on Christmas day because I was depressed and drunk and I haven’t spoken to you or anyone else properly for at least 2 weeks with no real explanation.” 

The familiar pang started in her chest, she usually got it around Jeremy but she didn't usually act on it, it was pity and hurt... Hurt that she'd really started to like him, despite him not actually being... alive. Then pity because he had no way of changing, no way of growing up or even living, he was just stuck here, like this, dead. She frowned, ''Then we need to cheer you up, I don't need to be mad at you.'' She offered a comforting smile.

"I would be." He replied, then thought for a few seconds. "I think I’m trying to get you to be mad at me."

She laughed when he spoke and then bit her bottom lip, ''I don't get why... Maybe if you explain it to me, I'll be mad.'' She leant back and crossed her arms over her chest, raising her brow as she waited for his reply.

"You aren’t mad?" A curious frown clouded over Jeremy’s face. Why wasn’t she angry? He would be angry if he was the one that got stood up on Christmas day. In fact, he was angry at himself anyway. He felt awful and it was even worse knowing that he could never take it back.

She looked back at him and he seemed confused, ''Uh... No.'' She tilted her head, why would she be mad? Upset? Sure. But there was no reason to be mad, was there? ''I'm sad.'' She shrugged, ''But I'm not mad... Should I be?'' She couldn't help the small smile that crept onto her face with her words.

Whatever reaction Jeremy expected, it wasn’t that. He nervously began to shake his leg under the table and looked awkwardly at Lucy. “I…” Stop trailing off Jeremy, just get the words out. “I was drunk.” Perhaps it wouldn’t seem that bad to most people, but it did to him. Christmas was an important time of the year; he had made promises to Lucy and hadn’t even managed to follow them through. It was selfish.

Lucy looked away from Jeremy, out of the window. She was his girlfriend, but she wasn't about to get mad that he'd spent the night he'd promised to meet up with her getting drunk, but her mind couldn't help but wander, who had he gotten drunk with? She breathed out and nodded, “Ok.“ She didn't know what else to say.

"I don’t really remember much of it." Jeremy frowned.

"Oh."

"How was your Christmas?" He felt guilty for missing out on Christmas- especially since it sounded so important to Lucy, but there was nothing to do about it now.

''It was ok, I guess.'' She smiled softly, it didn't compare to any Christmas she'd had at home, but it was ok, not that she was about to complain. ''And yours?''

"No, I’m sorry. I’ve been ignoring you and I’ve just been in my bedroom and…" He trailed off, then took Lucy’s hands in his own. "Are we okay?" He asked, a smile taking over his face.

She raised an eyebrow at him, confused but shrugged it off. ''Yeah I guess.'' She breathed as he grabbed her hand. She couldn't help but mirror his smile.

Jeremy frowned at Lucy. “You didn’t do anything.” He thought for a moment. “What makes you think you did something?” That was it. He’d messed it up.

She peeked up at him and saw his frown and sighed, ''You just... Stood me up.'' She laughed, ''And ignored me, I... Just thought I did something wrong, I mean why else would you...'' She shook her head, ''Sorry.'' She muttered.

"Please, let me explain." Jeremy begged, gently taking Lucy’s hand and trying to lead her into The Grill so that they could sit down and discuss Jeremy’s unexplained absence. "I understand if you’re upset with me and it’s going to take a lot for me to convince you that I’m really really sorry about ignoring your calls and not going to your Christmas party, but please let me try to make it up to you." 

He took her hand and she allowed herself to be pulled into the Grill, she sat down and looked at him, her eyebrows raised slightly as he spoke. She placed her hands on the table rubbed them together to try and create some warmth. ''What did I do?'' She frowned, looking down at her hands.