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the wrong time {part 2} | jerry baynard

••part 2 was requested!!••

it's been two weeks since i've talked to jerry. he's my best friend, and it's been unbearable without him.

the last thing i said to him was, "i guess it was the wrong timing." he agreed. that's how i know he doesn't love me. he never did.

i spent most of my time in my room. i laid in bed, looking outside my window. after two weeks of moping, my mother insisted that i go outside.

i decided to visit gilbert. gilbert is my other best friend, besides ruby and jerry. he's always been there for me. his father gives great advice, too.

i walked up to the blythe house and knocked on their  door. i heard shuffling on the other side, and gilbert opened the door. his facial expression was a mix of confusion and excitement.

"hey y/n," he said. i smiled.

"hi, gil, can i come in?" i asked, and he nodded. he stepped out of the doorway so i could get through. then he took my coat and hung it on the rack next to the door.

"how are you?" he asked as he poured us some tea. i smiled sadly.

"i've had better days," i confessed. he motioned for me to sit. i gladly accepted, and put my head in my hands.

"tell me what's going on," gilbert ordered. i took a deep breath and looked at him.

"i love him, gilbert," i whispered. his face lost its color, and he sipped his tea. he knew who i was talking about. 

"i'm so sorry," gilbert replied. he reached forward and gently grasped my hand. a tear fell down my cheek, and he moved to wipe it away.

"why does it hurt so much?" i asked in between sobs. my face was tear stained and bright pink. gilbert moved to sit next to me, and he held me close.

"love often hurts, that i can't deny. i don't know why it does, but that's how it is. the only thing that matters is how you rise above the hurt, and make your own happiness," he explained and gently stroked my head.

"i cant," i sobbed. he nodded.

"i know."

and we sat like that for a long time, with the tea abandoned and gilbert's arms holding me together. i finally picked myself up. i said goodbye to gilbert and walked home.

when i walked through the door, my mother swiftly walked up to me. her face was soft and sad.

"honey, someone's here to see you," she whispered as she rubbed my arm.

i stepped past her into the parlor. i clenched my jaw and stared right in the face of jerry baynard, the boy who broke my heart.

"bonjour," he whispered. i breathed sharply at the sound of his voice.

"why are you here jerry?" i asked with my voice shaking. my arms wrapped around my torso in attempt to make myself look smaller. at this movement, his face fell.

"y/n, i'm tired. i'm tired of acting like i love ruby, because i never did. she was just someone to try and fill the hole in my heart. i know that is wrong, but it's always been you. i lied to you and myself when i said i don't love you anymore. i was wrong. i've never stopped loving you, y/n," jerry confessed. i held my breath.

"stop lying to me," i whispered. he shook his head and stepped closer to me. i stepped further away. "stop it, i know you're lying."

"i'm not lying, i promise," he replied, then continued to step closer to me. i stopped moving back and instead i fell into his arms. he held me close, and we stood there for a while.

"i've loved you this whole time," i said. my voice was muffled by his jacket, but he still heard me. at those words, he tightened his grip around me.

"maybe it wasn't the wrong timing. maybe we just didn't realize that the timing was right."

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a/n - hope you liked part 2!! this actually took a big emotional toll on me to write these two parts but oh well lol :p