Musical One Shots

Jeggy: #2

TW: emotional

Narrator POV:

John and Peggy walk into their shared apartment. She holds his hand lightly, expecting him to pull away at any time. He never does but she always expects him to.

"Hey Pegs, can I ask you a random question?" John says as they cuddle on the couch. She nods a bit, not knowing where this is going but scared she might not have an answer.

"What's your least favorite number?" John asks. Peggy gives him a weird look but thinks for a minute about her answer. "2." She says after a moment. "Why 2?"

"I hate the number 2, cause that's what I've always been. Since elementary school I've walked on the grass that's next to the sidewalk. I've walked behind a pair with joined arms. I've sat alone in the backseat of a car.

Ive been silenced during conversations with others. "Well I-" I would say for the first time "Well-I" I would try again I figure third times a charm right? "Well I-" and no one even glances my way.

I envy found family in books and tv-shows Because I've realized I could never form a friendship like that. Someone be willing to die, for me? I can barely convince anyone to want to hang out. So I form relationships with the characters in books.

I idealize romance and love, in hopes it will one day fill this void in my heart and this voice in my head telling me I will never be enough. I pretend my eyes don't glow green whenever I see videos of friends doing everything together.

I want to be liked. I want to be loved. I want everyone to stop leaving. I want to be seen. I want to be heard. And I want to be someone's world. But that isn't realistic for a second choice."

John looks at her with a sad expression and wraps his arms around her. "I love you more than anything." He whispers and kisses her head.