Promise Me. Chapter 1 - Painted Butterflies.

Jake’s POV.

I placed my hands on her waist, I was slowly pulling her closer. She had these, deep blue-green eyes. They were so hypnotizing, so unreadable. I leaned forward, and my lips crashed onto hers. Both of her hands ran through my hair. I moved my hands onto her cheeks, I didn’t want to let go, I wanted to have her forever. We slowly pulled away and I hugged her, taking in her scent. Her beauty never seemed to cease me. She let out a short breath, and she said she loved me. I pulled away and looked at her, the pain in her heart, reflected through her voice. It was heart breaking; I didn’t want to leave her. Tears were stinging my eyes. I whispered I loved her too, my voice was breaking, just as much as my heart was. I held her hand and brought it to my lips, I softly kissed it. I let go of her hand for one second and pulled my brother’s old ring off my pinky. He gave it to me before he went off to join the army. I was in the same exact position as Courtney is now. I gently took her hand again and put the ring onto her marriage finger on her right hand. I looked at her for one last time till it was time for me to get on the bus. I let go of her hand and got on. She waved, and I waved back, I was in love with her, madly, truly, deeply, in love with her.

Courtney’s POV.

I watched as the green bus, filled with other army recruits, drive away into a distance. It was getting cold, this is what I hated about Seattle, it’s always raining around the year, but I pretended to bare with it because Jake was the one who wanted to move here. It then started to pour with rain, storm clouds blotted the sky, it was getting dark. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I just lost him, the guy that I had given everything to. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I shook my head and ran into the house. I took off my coat and walked upstairs. I slowly opened our bedroom door, and I sunk into the covers. I clutched the fabric of the pillow, his pillow, and breathed in the scent he had left, the heavy, misty scent that I always loved. I just can’t get him out of my head. Jacob, Jacob, Jacob, Jacob. I turned to the wall; I saw our painted butterflies.

“Can I paint some cars? And jets? In various colors?” said Jacob, pulling Courtney in by her waist.
“Jacob!” she laughed.
“Oh fine, what do you want then?” he said smiling.
“I want butterflies.” She pouted.
“Butterflies it is!” he yelled, holding the paint brush in the air, he said it sort of like a superhero would.
Courtney laughed and giggled.
“why are you laughing Miss Shay?” He said coming closer. “am I being funny?”
“oh no, you are just being really serious now.” She giggled.
“I think you need to be punished for laughing at me for no particular reason.” He smirked.
“punished ey?” asked Courtney.
“punished! Severely! By the..” he trailed off.
Courtney lifted an eyebrow.
“THE TICKLE MONSTER!” he yelled running towards her.
“no! not the tickle monster!” Courtney yelled laughing, running away.
Jacob dropped his brush and chased Courtney around the room. He finally caught Courtney and they both fell back on the bed.
Jacob smiled and leaned in. Courtney kissed back, clutching the back of his neck with both of her hands. They pulled away, their lips brushing against eachother, causing Courtney's body to have a tingling sensation.
“TICKLE MONSTER!” said Jacob, as he started tickling Courtney by surprise.
Courtney just laughed uncontrollably.
“okay, I think you’ve been punished enough,” he laughed.
Jacob planted another kiss on her lips. She smiled through the kiss, enjoying every second of it.

I sighed, knowing he won’t be here to push his hard but soft lips against mine for who knows how long. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, and I continued to think about him, my beautiful, handsome, Jacob.


okay, so this is the story i've been dying to show you guys, it's bad isn't it?! well at least i tried! right? I wrote this story after watching Katy Perry's Thinking Of You music video. It just, gave me inspiration to write something other than scripts and plays. So what do you guys think? bad? good? should i ever write again?