Monica blinked a few times and then tilted her head. “Saw what…?” She laughed, more because of her own anxiety than at the non-existent comedy in the situation. She tried her best to make eye contact but her mind kept leading her to the worst possible conclusions.
"W-well…" he began, "I, accidently… me and Rosie… we.." he choked out the words awkwardly, trying to tell her what happened. "I was just walking down the hall but then we…and … ah…" he tried to find the words to say.
Monica’s heart stopped and her eyes widened as he tried to grasp the right words. Already, Monica’s distorted mind convinced her of the worst. ‘Rosie and I locked eyes,’ Jack would begin, ‘And I realized she’s so much better than you.’ Though it was outrageous, this was an unfortunate reality for Monica.
Jack took a deep breath, finally spitting out the truth of what happened. “I was heading down the hall and I didn’t see where I was going and I ran into Rosie, but he she only had a towel and I tried to just not looked but then I tripped and fell on her and I kind of saw…. well… all of her… and.. ah…” he blushed profusely at the thought. “It was a total and complete accident though!” he hastily added. The events replayed in his mind, but he quickly chased the thoughts away. It was wrong of him to hold onto such a thought of Rosie; he didn’t think of her in that way.
"Oh.." She began, hiding her trembling hands behind her back. "That’s fine..! I mean, you didn’t mean to! It was an accident!" Monica insisted with a bright smile plastered on her face. Inwardly, she wanted to cry… She felt so.. ugly compared to Rosie. Rosie was so sweet and kind, not to mention completely gorgeous with an amazing body.. Compared to Rosie..? Monica felt as if she couldn’t even stand next to Rosie on the spectrum. Despite her insecurities, which dug their nails into her heart, she maintained the smile on her face and tried her best to keep the tears from spilling over.
Jack was relieved to see her smile, but there was something unsettling about it. He paused. “I…. I’m sorry if I upset you…” he said softly. “Like I said, it was a complete accident and I’ve pretty much already forgotten the whole thing!” he tried to assure her. He looked to her and saw she looked upset despite the smile on her face. “If you’re mad at me… I understand…”
It physically hurt Monica, keeping the smile on her face while her body wanted to cry. Her lips started to quiver, and suddenly she clamped her hands over her lips, looking down at the ground. “I just…” She sniffled, “I’m not.. mad… W-Why would I be mad at you….? It was an accident…” The blanket which she had placed on her lap had been placed around her shoulders when she ran to greet Jack, and now she rubbed at her tearing eyes with it. “I’m mad.. at myself… Because you dated Gwen.. A-And you saw Rosie…” Her voice was high pitched, yet she continually sniffled and cried. “And I-I’m not as pretty a-as them… or f-funny… and I’m not a-as skinny as them… A-And I’m afraid you’ll f-feel bad about being with m-me.. after you saw Rosie l-like that….!”
Monica’s words hit him like a train. Such thoughts had never crossed his mind, and hearing her insecurities made him want nothing more than to pull her close and let her know how loved she was. He embraced her tightly, his arms resting around her waist. “Monica… you… you’re worried that you’re not pretty enough?” he echoed.
"Stuff like that… it doesn’t matter to me. No number on a scale or piece of fabric could ever change how I feel about you, Monica. I love you for you, not for how you look. Even if I was the kind of guy that cared about looks, I think you’re absolutely stunning!" he said, being completely honest.
"You have the softest hair that just makes me want to run my fingers through it all day, and your eyes have this glow to them when you look up at the sky, like they seem brown at first but then the sun or moonlight reflects off of them and they’re like glittering amber. Your lips are so warm and inviting, and your body is always so warm when I hold you close." he listed such things off, not having to think twice. "Skinny or otherwise… that’s completely irrelevant. There’s no wrong way to have a body, and yours is gorgeous."
"All that said; and I meant every word, that’s not why I fell for you, Monica." he said softly, "I fell for you because of your personality. I remember the first day we talked, you were so easygoing and friendly; you helped me calm down and actually start talking to people. You were so inviting that I didn’t feel like I had to worry; I could just give this whole friendship thing a shot. Then you showed me how enchanting you are; the way you would poetically talk about nature…. it took my breath away. And your daringness; when you taught me to climb a tree, when you helped me through the first few rounds of the dare challenge, when you saved me from drowning…. all those times I felt like a rhinstone with a diamond, but then you were so thoughtful and loving to me. I still struggle a lot, but you’ve helped me so much, you’re teaching me that I’m worth something. The way you reach out to me and love me still beside my flaws…. everything about you made me fall for you so completely; nobody else could compare. How could they? They’re not you." he spoke so sweetly and gently into her ear, pouring out his heart to her.
I feel like absolute shit because I’m sick but I’m staying up for this amazing MoniJack stuff
Hey! Get some rest if you’re not feeling well! >n<
But MoniJack numbs the headache and the sore throat for a while… and I have DAMN HOMEWORK… MoniJack vs Rosack is a current event, yes?
Indeed!