xp_logs | Jay & Terry, backdated to Friday afternoon

Terry hunts down to Jay so he can say "I told you so." There's much squealing on both sides.

Terry sang to herself as she wandered outside looking for Jay. She had a tendency to spontaneously giggle every few moments and her sunny grin was a trifle wide even for her. Spotting Jay under a tree, lazily picking out a song, Terry's grin increased and she ran over to him and flopped down. "So you were right."

"Of course Ah was," he replied, absently strumming his guitar as he tried to think of a melody. "'Bout what this time?"

She made a face at him but was in far too a good a mood to sustain it and laughed instead, lying down on her back so she could look up at him. "Bobby," she said, and her grin was very silly indeed.

Jay just looked at Terry for a moment. Was she fooling him? The look on her face said no. He burst out laughing. "See? I told ya Ah was right. So, spill. What happened? Did he kiss ya? Ah bet he kissed ya again and that made it all better."

"Yes, yes, you're very smart." Terry giggled again and sat up so she could tell her story. "I haven't been sleeping well and last night...I think several days of it just made me go a little mad. So I went to Bobby's room to talk to him."

"You went ta Bobby's room in the middle of the night," Jay repeated, slinging his guitar off his shoulders and laying it down beside him carefully. "'Ta talk.' Uh huh. And then what?"

"Yes to talk." She wrinkled her nose at him then flushed, "So I knocked on his door and opened it like always...he, uh, doesn't have pajamas. He woke up when I closed the door again and called out just as I was trying to figure out if I should leave. He was dressed when he opened the door again." She sounded equal measures relieved and disappointed, though mostly she was just amused.

Naked Bobby? Guh. Broken brain. Jay dwelled on that mental image for a moment before he snapped himself back to reality. "How much didja see?" he asked. Because obviously that was more important than anything else.

Terry turned even redder. "The sheet was..." her hands twisted in the air to indicate the disarray of the bedding. "but I didn't stop and stare or anything." Not that she hadn't dwelled on the thought since then.

"Sheeeeiiiit," he swore in typical cowboy-multiple-syllables-out-of-one-syllable. "All right, all right. What happened next? After he dressed?"

"I asked him to make me ice cream. I'd won our pool game a while back so he owed me. I figured it was a good excuse." Terry smirked. "He said he was going to come talk to me anyway. So we went downstairs. Have you ever had rose ice cream?"

"No, Ah haven't," he answered, waving off the question. "M'kay. Ya made up a pretense and got him downstairs ta make you girly flower cream. Is that wen he declared his undying love for ya?"

"You should, it's very good." Terry was deliberately drawing out the story, having far too much fun reliving it as she told it. "But no, he didn't. He thought it was weird. He started making it though anyway and had put the pot on the stove when I asked him why he kissed me Saturday." She laughed, "I thought I'd about die."

Now getting to the good part. Jay leaned forward, anxiously awaiting the climax of the story. "And then?"

"And he told me it was because he'd wanted to protect me. Because I was hurt and scared and he wanted me to know he was there." She sighed happily, her eyes distant with memory, "And I asked him if that was the only reason and he said no and I think he was going to kiss me. Then the cream started burning which rather ruined the moment."

"You're killin' me here, Terry!" Jay whined, almost bouncing in his seat. "Get ta the part where you're all smooshy and lovey and cute."

"Don't rush me, cowboy. This is my story." Terry winked then sighed, "That's when I turned into an idiot. I started thinking about how long we've been friend and how much I didn't want to lose that and how much it will hurt when we break up and...I told him that I didn't think it was a good idea. That we should just stay friends." Even though it hadn't happened the thought still made her stomach twist. "And after he agreed, I started crying and it was very stupid."

"That was stupid," Jay agreed, shaking his head in mock-disapproval. "So let me get this straight. Ya went ta his room in the middle of the night, dragged him out 'cuz ya said ya wanted ice cream, talked about the kiss, and even though he implied he really liked it, ya still let him go? God Almighty, girl."

"I hadn't slept in four days. I wasn't thinking right." Terry pouted briefly. "So he asked me if I thought it felt right to just be his friend. And if it felt right when he kissed me. And then he did, very softly." Her fingers touched her mouth and she smiled, "I realized that I couldn't just be his friend. We'd both be miserable."

"Yes!" he shouted triumphantly. Jay's such a sucker for romance. He started to grin like a loon, too. "What happened next? Reprise the ballad suite and roll the credits?"

Terry giggled, "Then he finished making the ice cream and we went to the rec room to watch a movie. And Dr. Grey..." how to say 'caught him licking ice cream off me' without making it sound worse than it was. "caught us kissing a bit." Well, close enough.

He waved that off. "But she's cool. Ain't no thing." Maybe if he knew the full story it would've been, but as Terry told it, making out in the rec room was a harmless offense. "So BobbyandTerry is officially a thing now?"

Terry blushed, "Aye but...we don't want Sean to find out. We talked about it in his room after Jean kicked us out of the rec room. Sean will just interfere and I don't want him thinking he's got any right to my life. I've only told Clarice and you."

Jay waved his hand over his mouth as if he were zipping up his lips. "Ain't gonna tell no one. But damn, Ah'm so happy for ya." He wrapped Terry in a tight embrace. "You're lucky, gettin' a fella like him. At least this time, ya know you're not datin' a bigot."

She hugged him back, nearly exploding with glee again. "I know I am. I've had a crush on Bobby for years. I just want...everything. Now. Going back to my room was the hardest thing in the world."

"Ah can imagine," he said, sighing wistfully. "Have ya had time ta have the sex talk yet? Ah mean, you've known each for so long now, it ain't like ya gotta 'get ta know each other' before ya do it."

She shook her head. "Not yet. It's still a bit weird for us. And I've never... so we still have to talk about it. I don't want to seem too..." her hand waved vaguely.

"Anxious? Horny? Slutty?" he suggested not-so-helpfully. "You know you gotta tell me everythin', right? Ah claim that privilege."

"All of the above." Terry admitted with a sigh. "If there's anything to tell, I will. But so far it's just been some snogging." On his bed. With his hands on her. Terry blushed again.

"Which sometimes can be just as satisfyin'," he added. "So what're ya doin' out here? Shouldn't you be lockin' lips with the new beau about now?" He had to tease her.

Terry laughed, "I was telling my best friend about it since he's a complete gossip monger and would have yelled at me if I didn't tell him right off." She started to get to her feet, "If you don't want me to tell you things, then that's fine. Saves me a trip." She giggled again.

"Ah ain't a gossip monger!" he protested. "Ah don't go 'round tellin' anybody what you tell me. And Ah meant that now that'cha told me the whole story, you shoulda promptly excused yourself to go bury your face in his mouth."

She hugged him again, "I know you won't." She stood and brushed her clothes off. "And since you mention it, that does sound like a brilliant idea. I'll see you later."

"Enjoy yourself, darlin'," he called out to her as she all but ran away. Then he sighed. Lucky her, he thought. Why does she get all the got guys?