Wildflower: Janoskian Fanfiction

Chapter 22

MOLLY POV

He dropped me off at the house after a long kissing session in his car. Beau was never more attractive than he was today. I loved being with him.

Jacob sat in the kitchen table, looking a little more rested than before. I smiled at him, still elated from the events of this day.

"Hey there, Little," he greeted. I knew he was feeling better then because he called me by my nickname.

"Hey Jacob! Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Loads. I'm reading the critiques you gave me."

"Really? Have you read Beau's idea yet? He left you a pretty good one." I walked over to the fridge and grabbed a container of cold Emu meat. It was gross when I first came, but I began to get used to it. I heated it up in the microwave and listened to it warm up while Jacob read the idea.

"I like it," he answered. "Tell him I said so," he said with a smile.

"Do you think you're going to use the idea?" I asked, stirring the meat to cool it down.

"I think so. I'm kind of stuck right now, but I can definitely work with this idea. I really appreciate it."

"He'll be happy to hear that!" I said with a smile as I kissed his hairy cheeks. He hasn't shaved in forever.

I sat on the couch with my meat, watching the local news when Beau texted me. He was finally able to peel off the plastic on his tattoo.

It looks great! I texted back.

thanks! I'm happy you like it;)

I love it! almost as much as I love you!

you're too sweet.

We went on for a little bit like this. I was still trying to think of a decent tattoo that I could get for Beau, but I didn't want to get something generic. It had to be as intimate and as personal as the wildflower.

By the way, Jacob loved your idea! I changed the subject.

That's great! I'm happy I could help.

JACOB POV

My pen scratched against the surface of the paper at lightening speed. Ideas were flowing out of my head like a waterfall. Thank God for Beau, I couldn't do this without him.

I had to have been writing for 3 hours, atleast! I just couldn't stop. Dialogue was coming to my mind faster than I could write it. Nothing ever came so easily after this play.

I sat back in the chair, and stared at the finished manuscript and smiled. Wayne, the guy I was working with, would be so happy.

I had to repay Beau. How would I even start? I mean he saved Molly's life for one, and now he helped me finish this play that's been bothering me for weeks. Dammit, I owed him big.

I'll talk about it with Molly tomorrow when I take her out. We had barely got to spend time together since she came in, and now with the script out of the way I can finally take her out to see Sydney. She'll love it.

BEAU POV

I sat in the living room with the guys, discussing what our next YouTube video was going to be. Between all of us, we came up with another food challenge, and that was it. Maybe another mockumentary? Those were my favorite. But we were still unsure. I could barely think about anything other than Molly.

Today she told me she was going to spend it with Jacob, which is totally understandable. He apparently finished the script yesterday and was going to celebrate by taking her to Sydney. I told her she would have a great time in Sydney, especially since she loves Chicago.

So that gave me today to think about what I would be doing for Christmas. I still was unsure of what else to get her. I didn't want to settle with the tattoo, because that just sounded cheap. I wanted to get her something she could take home and look at and think of us both. Something she can keep with her at all times and look at when she feels lonely, or when she just needs to be reminded of the man back in Aussie who is waiting for her. Something that would calm her mind...

I changed the conversation to this, trying to get ideas from the rest of the group.

"Why don't you get her a locket or something?" Jai suggested.

"That's too generic. I want it to be more personal," I retorted.

"That's the point of a locket you ditz, you take pictures and put it in the locket to make it personal!" Jai fought back, rolling his eyes.

The group laughed, and I still was not amused. I got her wildflower tattooed on my goddamn arm for Christ's sake, I'm not about to peter out when it comes to a Christmas gift.

A couple of other ideas were thrown out by Luke and Skip, but I didn't find much fancy in them.

"Well, you could get her something to remind her of her trip here," James piped up. "Like I hear of all 'these people who get their wives jars of sand from their honeymoon site for an anniversary present and stuff."

I smiled at this idea because it reminded me of the pebble. "I'm already kind of using that idea actually," I said.

"How?" James asked.

I pulled out the little white pebble that I've been keeping on my person. I couldn't make myself depart with it.

Everyone was confused, and I explained to them how penguins get engaged to one another. I told them how Molly was fascinated by this on one of the nights she visited me in the hospital. I told them that I got this pebble from the creek where Molly and I first had sex. I thought the idea was especially cute myself.

"Did you just do this to save money?" Luke asked. Asshole.

"No! I think the idea is cute! I put a lot of thought into this!" I defended myself.

"Do you know how you are going to give it to her?" James asked.

I was caught. "No."

"Why not give it to her for Christmas?" Jai asked.

I had considered this more than a million times. I loved the idea myself, but the whole idea of proposing in general scared me. And to propose so soon?! I mean my whole speech about getting the tattoo was so that I could let her go and do what she needs with her life while still having a piece of her left. To ask her to marry me would be like setting her free than catching her with a net again. How cruel would that be?

I told this to the guys and they sort of understood. Luke on the other hand, for the first time, admired what I was doing.

"I think it's great that you don't want to tie her down. I'm proud of you for that. It's very selfless."

I looked at Luke and smiled. Our brotherhood had been strained ever since the whole incident occurred between him and Molly, but for that moment I felt that we were on the same page, and that we were back to normal.

"Thanks, mate," I told him. "It's just that I thought the tattoo would feel like enough. Like I would feel satisfied with knowing that she is mine without physically having her, but the idea of her leaving still scares me. I'm scared that if I don't do something extreme, I'm risking loosing her forever."

We all sat in silence for a moment, mulling over the ideas. All of a sudden, it hit me.

"I know what I'm getting her for Christmas."