A JakexMC Romance - Duskwood Fanfiction
Manon Corvin is many things; a survivor, a fighter and a problem to anyone who stands in her way. She will not give up until she has everything she asked for.
She moves to Duskwood to save Hannah, her friends...
A/N: Sorry this is late! I started watching Stranger Things this week and couldn't stop until I finished it, so good! I hope it's worth the wait and I really enjoyed writing the dialogue between two characters, hopefully the humour translates. The song for this chapter is, I Think He Knows by Taylor Swift!
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"He got that boyish look that I like in a man I am an architect I'm drawing up the plans! He's so obsessed with me And boy, I understand! Boy, I understand
He got my heartbeat Skipping down sixteenth avenue Got that, ah, I mean! Wanna see what's under that attitude I want you Bless my soul! And I ain't gotta tell him I think he knows
Lyrical smile Indigo eyes Hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks I'll drive
"So where we gonna go?" I whisper in the dark "Where we gonna go?"
I think he knows"
I Think He Knows - Taylor Swift **********
Manon was a ball of nerves. Every nerve and vein in her seemed twisted up and tied, her eyes kept darting to the door every two seconds. She was in the kitchen, with Jake. That in itself wasn't the issue, it was the fact Jake had decided to just be there when everyone came down. He'd said to her when she'd got out of the shower that it was time and she hadn't been able to focus on anything but their possible reactions since. He was behind her making French toast and she was supposed to be slicing strawberry's. Only luck kept her from adding some extra protein in the form of her fingertips.
Jake was whistling along to whatever song was playing, honestly she hadn't even thought about it this time, just hit play and hoped for the best. He kept turning to kiss her neck, her cheek or tap her on the ass but she barely felt it. Anxiety crawled up her throat and kept her from enjoying him and she was pissed about that. She wasn't sure why it mattered so much, he didn't seem that bothered but then he could wear that impassive mask too easily. He seemed able to simply come to a decision and just stop worrying about it. It was bizarre. Meanwhile she had planned three monologues, five different scenarios and over 13 comebacks for any taunt thrown his way. She felt like a rabid guard dog pulling at its chain, desperately protecting its territory. She might as well piss on his leg and call it a day.
She reached for another strawberry and her fingertips only felt air, she glanced down to see she'd cut them all up. She clutched the knife, now her hands weren't occupied she felt even worse, why was she so anxious? They wouldn't attack him and she knew that, but still she wanted to hide him. She hadn't realised how long she'd stood there, staring at her hands and palming the knife as though she aimed to use it on someone until Jake came up behind her. He slid his arms around her waist and spoke into her ear.
