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𝓳𝓸𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓪𝓰 𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮
inspired by this c.ai bot. cw: fem!oc, jack x oc, university student, age gap. Giselle(oc) will be 19 going on 20 and jack is 32 so if it bothers you this is your warning :) also i be adding ai pictures of girls because i feel weird fancasting with real people so that's that. <3
''Brentford.. Mike you genius! She's studying midwifery at Brentford!'' Mike looked at him confused.
''She had a midwifery uni book. Something about anemic babies... Oh Mike you absolute genius...''
And so, a day later and a drive to Brentford university here he was, standing against his car smoking a cigarette before flicking it on the cement of the road and walking inside to the reception.
''Hello.''
He smiled at the old lady behind the desk, a woman around her 50s probably judging by her face and the one grey strand across her long black hair.
''How can I help you?''
''You wouldn't happen to know what time the um.. midwifery class ends would you dear?''
The woman studied him with a raised brow before talking her glasses off.
''Which year?
Jack took a moment to actually thing. She certainly wasn't a senior...
''See..."
He squinted to read her name on her nametag.
''..Janet.. Janet, here's the thing... There's this girl, her name's Giselle, and I know she's studying midwifery, but I don't know what year....''
Janet looked at him firmly. She tapped her pen biting her cheek.
''And why do you want to know?''
''Because I want to take her out. And I just met her on the street yesterday but I promise you I am marrying that girl Janet, I even called me mum about her.''
''Your mum? What are you 12?''
''32. Come on Janet, help a man find the lass...''
Janet took a moment looking at him before pulling a book with the students in, Midwifery on the outside of it.
''You're talking about the little redhead? The short one?''
She asked flipping through the pages as she put her glasses on and Jack smiled perking up.
''Yeah, she's a beauty isn't she?''
''She's very polite... second year she is... they don't have class today.''
Jack's face dropped to an unamused expression.
''What?''
Janet chuckled a laugh out, one that made it clear she was a smoker too. She took her glasses off allowing the to fall on her neck.
''Professor cancelled. But she'll be here around nine tomorrow and they'll get off around 3.''
Jack sighed taking a few steps as he pushed his hair back again. He looked at a few girls leaving class then back at the lady behind the desk.
''Right, well, thank you...''
''So you just, drove out to Brentford only--"
Mike couldn't contain his laughter, hitting his thigh repeatedly sitting in Jack's small office in the club's backrooms.
''Oh, mate bless your heart...''
''Funny is it?''
Jack's said flicking the cigarette in his hand annoyed before taking another drag.
''I'll go back tomorrow, 3 o'clock trust me I'll be there.''
''Oh you will, will ya? And what if she doesn't remember you? If she avoids you. You'll find one girl in the crowd that'll be walking out you reckon?''
''The girl's a carrot top of course I will.''
Mike couldn't help but laugh at his friend's plan, having to wipe the tears in the corners of his eyes from his amusement.
''Mike, I will come around this desk and honest to God will hand your ass to you.''
Mike waved his hand snickering before he finally sat back, his hands in the air momentarily, giving in.
''I'm not laughing.''
He really wasn't... He just had the most shit eating grin on his face Jack had ever seen in his life.
''I'll go, yeah? And I'll get her those flowers that every girl begs for at the flower shop down the street. ''
''You should get her these white cluster flowers... what were they called...''
Mike snapped his fingers as if trying to remember the name.
''Baby's breath?''
Jack asked confused, but Mike quickly shook his head.
''No, no... The ones that have a purple blossom in the middle-- Ah, yes! Wild carrots-''
Of course the sentence never finished, Mike wheezed again, and Jack spent no time getting up around the desk to slap him on the side of his head.
Meanwhile, a few blocks away from the Café dé París, nearly across the from the Cafe Jack had ran into her from a couple of days ago, Giselle changed the sheets of her bed, the large duvet with small roses neatly placed as she fluffed the pillows.
The shared apartment was large enough for her and roommate not to disturb each other often, though she was barely home the hours Giselle was. She walked off to go to the kitchen finding Penny eating a salad on the table.
''Hi, didn't know you were home...''
Giselle opened the fridge pulling out the tupperware with leftovers.
''Didn't think I would, but Don's caught the flu so that's that...''
''Oh, that's unfortunate...''
''Good... Romanov is asking about when you'll grace the class with your presence again.''
Penny smiled a little at the comment.
''Yes, it is. We should go tomorrow... Together...''
''What time do we start?''
''Nine.''
Penny scoffed shaking her head, a silent refusal.''
''I think I'll pass on that. Me and Mary will go out for drinks tonight. You should join us.''
Penny tilted her head as Giselle took the now warm food from the container and into a plate.
''I'd love to but um... We have this test tomorrow and I haven't studied and if we go out I'll probably sleep in tomorrow, so you know... But thank you for the invite...
And so, a few packed bags later and a goodbye from Penny, the apartment was once again all for Giselle. She placed the vinyl of Etta James, the instruments echoing through the house from the open door of her bedroom. A cup of tea placed on the desk and the midwifery book open as she pulled out her notebook to make notes.
It's true, sometimes Giselle felt out of place. Soho... Everyone was always so glamorous and outgoing, it seemed her interests were out of place. She wanted to go out for drinks at the clubs, honestly. Yet she'd lied to the people who she could go out with to fit in. Now stuck in an interesting situation, she wanted to go out like that, but she had no one she could go with since anyone could tell she was a virgin in such matters, and for the love of God, would she never dare go out by herself like this... What would she do? What would she order? What if someone approached her?
Approached her... She turned the page falling on the anemia essays with the drawn picture of the newborn. Approached her like that guy on the street. Jack, she recalled. How she even managed to pull herself out of that situation in such way was truly beyond her. So straightforward with it, she had been. Part of her was impressed by her own actions. Yet...
He caught her attention. Tall and handsome, every girl's dream, she reckoned. But he just... ran up to her? If he had the balls to do so with her, he surely had them to do so with other girls too. He asked her for a drink, so he probably was outgoing like that. Though in all the mayhem and madness that described him and their situation another word kept popping in her head. Memorable. A fun little story to tell... And Etta James' lovely tune, surely made it easy for her to romanticize the memory in her head to keep close.
