#jeromeisthebest. Please suportt
STACYI set eyes on the flyer when I was randomly talking on the phone with Jerome. We were meant to meet up for lunch to see if we could go over some new topics that were being rushed through, and then my eyes fell on the red and black poster. Riley Adams was coming to talk to the campus about the power stories yielded. I was hooked as soon as I saw the flyer on the notice board. She was going to talk about how they shape our world, define our identities and connect us in a way no other form of communication could. Whoever designed the flyer did a damn good job outlining the important parts of the message and Riley Adams did an even better job because she existed. I’ve read all of Riley’s novels, three of which were amongst my first paperback copies in middle school. She was one of the few authors that sparked my forever desire to be a writer and to be an avid reader. Honestly, when I came across the flier, it felt like it was talking to me directly, like it had reached out
JEROME “Today, I’m telling her today.” “You promise?” Stacy asked. Apparently, me saying that I was going to tell Lisa about us was not enough. My word was not enough, she wanted me to promise to her that I would do it, to give her more of my words that are not enough. I’m not even judging, I understand why she would be so disbelieving od my words. I didn’t even believe myself as much as I ought to. I really wanted to tell Lisa but would I? That’s something that only time can answer for me. “I promise. I can’t lie about certain things anymore and I think its time.” Stacy nodded, holding on to my words, believing that I would do it. I had brought up the idea of telling Lisa about what Stacy and I had going on last night. It had been on my mind for a while but I had pushed it aside, feeling like it was not the time yet, or that we needed some time to pass before the big reveal. However, Ive heard Stacy complain even when she wasn’t using she words. Occasionally, she would
STACYLunch time for me would have been me hanging out with Lisa, Jerome or Lisa and Jerome but today, it was just me, myself and I. I couldn’t go be with them because that would be me messing up Jerome’s plan to come clean with Lisa. Did I believe that he was going to do it? Honestly, that was like asking someone in the stone age if they believed that science would bring innovations in the future. Of course, they would say no but look at us now, their saying no didn’t stop it from happening. I didn’t want to be the person that said no, that didn't believe and didn’t see the full picture. I had my trust in him, he would do what was needed to be done. I tried to pay attention to every one of my lectures, doing what I was meant to be doing while trusting that Jerome would do what was expected of him. I just had to trust him. Max was seated beside me and all through, he had not tried to indulge me in an unnecessary conversation, something I was really glad he was doing. My
JEROME I tried calling Stacy for the fifth time that morning and she was not answering. I knew she was doing this on purpose because I had called Lisa and I had heard her voice in the background. There was no way I would miss Stacy’s voice. Yet, she wasn’t picking my calls. This wasn’t the first day I was trying to reach her and making no progress with that. Yesterday was the first day of casting and so, I had to be at the studio. It was a fun experience, also a busy one so it didn’t occur to me that just maybe, I was getting snubbed. Today, it started to make sense. I did promise that I would tell Lisa but I didn’t do that and now Stacy was mad. How it had taken me ages to figure this shit out is just beyond crazy, and because of that, I feel its fair that she’s keeping away from me. Its the weekend and I expected them to come spend it with me, just as we’ve been doing for a while but Lisa called this morning saying they had other plans and wouldn’t be dropping by my h
STACY Jerome pushed me across the locker and locked his lips on mine. I was so angry with him that I imagined I would want to peel him away from me, maybe even kick him in the groin for everything. I loved him and when I wasn’t loving him, my emotions seemed to move to the other extreme side of the line, causing me to literally hate him. As Jerome’s lips brushed against mine, I felt my heart stutter and race at the same time. His touch, usually so comforting, now stirred a confusing mix of emotions inside me. I wanted to lean into him, to let him pull me closer like he always did, but something inside me screamed to stop. The warmth of his kiss, once a balm to my worries, only made my chest tighten this time, like a weight pressing down on me. Fuck him. Fuck me. Fuck this. I gave in and responded for a brief second, my lips moving against his almost on instinct, but then the hurt, the frustration, all the unsaid things bubbled back up, and I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pretend
JEROME The alarm blared, ripping me out of the restless sleep I’d barely managed to get. I groaned, rubbing my face as I stared at the ceiling. Today was the education talk, a huge event that the department had been working on for months. I knew I had to be there on time, sharp and ready, but I was already running late. I threw the covers off and rushed through my morning routine, my thoughts racing ahead to what lay before me. Normally, I’d be excited about an event like this. Educational events were always a nice addition for the students, and it was even better when they organized it themselves, when they showed interest in learning. Today was a good day. We’d planned for it, put everything in place and I was to be excited, but today, all I could think about was Stacy. I couldn’t shake the conversation we’d had in the hallway. Her words replayed in my mind over and over again, like a song I couldn’t turn off. She’d said we needed to stop, that she couldn’t keep being a secre
STACY The sound of applause still echoed in my ears as I sat frozen for a moment, watching people shuffle out of the auditorium. The event had finally come to a close, and the energy in the room was beginning to dissipate. I felt like I should be relieved or maybe even excited about the discussions, but I wasn’t. All I could think about was Jerome. His face, his laugh, the way he seemed perfectly at ease with Nattie, while I was stuck in this emotional whirlwind that wouldn’t let me breathe. I told myself to stop looking at him, to just walk out and go about the rest of my day, but of course, my eyes betrayed me. They found him across the room, standing with Nattie and Kingston, his face lit up in a way that made my heart turn painfully in my chest. He was laughing, the sound surely as beautiful as him. He looked so happy, so free. Like everything in his life was finally falling into place. Like I didn’t just end things with him. On that day, he made me feel like I had killed h
JEROME I walked into the production office that morning, the silence insulation absence today. It seemed like a busy day, and I remembered that an event was taking place at the office. Assistants hurried by with scripts in hand, producers in conversation about locations, actors, and schedules. I always felt a little out of place in these meetings, surrounded by people who lived and breathed this world of film, while I was just the guy with a laptop and a knack for dialogue. Still, they liked what I wrote, and I kept getting reasons to come back and work this stuff with them. Today, it was just supposed to be a quick check-in. A meeting with the filmmakers to discuss the latest drafted actors, their make over, and go over some investor details. Nothing major, or at least that’s what I was hoping for. I wasn’t in the mood for anything heavy. I hadn’t been for a long time. I would appreciate the work and something to take my time but my body was also drained, so was my mind. I kin
STACY The contractions started to roll in by noon. One after another, getting stronger with time. The day had finally arrived, a day I had both anticipated and dreaded. Labor. As I sat on the edge of the bed, a wave of excitement surged through me, mingled with a healthy dose of apprehension. It was surreal to think that soon I would hold my baby girl in my arms. She would be ours, a tangible result of the love Jerome and I had nurtured over the years. I had taken classes about this and I didn’t want to worry my husband for nothing, but when it got stronger and harder to ignore, I called for him. “Jerome!” He came rushing into the room, his hair tousled and his face slightly flushed. He must have been napping, and the worried look on his face made my heart race. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” “I think it’s time,” I said, a nervous smile breaking through. His eyes widened as he processed my words. “Really? Like, right now?” He sounded both ecstatic and terrified. “Yeah,
JEROMETwo years later. Dark lashes fanned against her skin, the sun was soft against her flesh, her body slowly moving upward and downward, her breathing muffled on her pillow. That was the sight I had woken up to. I was the luckiest person on earth right now. I stayed perched on the edge of the bed, watching as the soft morning light took away sleep from my eyes. The sight before me was captivating: Stacy, my beautiful Stacy, lost in a peaceful slumber, her dark hair fanned out across the pillow like a halo. I couldn’t help but smile as I took in the serenity of the moment. We had come a long way since that first date, a day marked by confusion, heartache, and a beautiful, unguarded honesty that had laid the foundation for everything that followed. The journey hadn’t always been easy; there were still challenges to face and moments of vulnerability that left us both shaken. But together, we had built something extraordinary—a life filled with love, laughter, and mutual support.
STACY I still couldn’t believe I had agreed to this. A joint date with Lisa? Lisa and Kiera. The thought swirled in my mind as I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection. My fingers traced the hem of the dress I had picked out—simple, yet flattering enough for what felt like one of the strangest nights of my life. Lisa had convinced me, somehow, to go along with this. I wasn’t even sure how it all happened. One minute, we were awkwardly avoiding each other, and the next, we were laughing about how ridiculous it was that we were going on this double date. I heard a knock on the door and glanced at my phone—Lisa, of course, right on time. “Come in!” I called, still fussing with my hair. The door swung open, and Lisa waltzed in, her usual confidence trailing behind her. “Are you *still* getting ready?” she teased, flopping onto my bed. “You’re not gonna outshine me, no matter how hard you try.” I rolled my eyes, turning to face her. “It’s called looking presenta
STACY I woke up slowly, the warmth of the blankets making it hard to tell where the bed ended and my body began. The sunlight trickled in through the thin curtains, casting soft streaks of light across the room. For a moment, everything felt serene, like I could stay in this cocoon of warmth and silence forever. Then I realized Jerome wasn’t next to me. I rolled over, blinking sleep from my eyes, and saw the space where he should have been. The sheets were crumpled on his side, still warm. I heard the faint sound of water running and figured he must be in the shower. I lay there for a minute, listening to the sound of the water and feeling a strange sense of distance. It was odd, waking up without him beside me. We’d spent the night together, but it hadn’t felt as close as it usually did. I swung my legs over the side of the bed and padded across the cool floor, feeling the chill against my bare feet. The bathroom door was slightly ajar, letting out a cloud of steam. I peeked ins
JEROME Shooting that day had been intense. We were working on one of the final scenes, the kind that was supposed to be raw and emotional, but instead of saving it for later in the production schedule, the producers wanted to get it done early for promotional material. It was all part of the business. We had to sell the movie, and nothing sold better than a sneak peek of a climactic moment. The set was buzzing with activity. Lights were being adjusted, makeup artists hovered nearby, and the crew moved around, setting up equipment and whispering about the next shot. I felt the pressure building, but I was used to it by now. This wasn’t my first film, and it definitely wouldn’t be my last. Chase called for a break, and I seized the opportunity to step away for a bit. I’d been on set all day, and I needed a breather before getting back into the set. Besides, I had something else on my mind. I was supposed to meet up with Stacy after we wrapped up for the day. We had plans to see my
STACY Lisa had been gushing for weeks about how she was excited to introduce Jerome to Kiera. The way she talked about Kiera, with that glimmer in her eyes, made it impossible not to be happy for her. Everything was going to go fine today, I could already sense it. I was on shift that afternoon, taking orders and serving trays like usual. The restaurant wasn’t too packed, which gave me time to glance around and keep an eye on the door. Part of me was hoping they’d pick another spot, or maybe decide at the last minute that a fancy café was better suited for a first meeting like this. But, of course, that wasn’t Lisa’s style. She loved the casual vibe of Burger Trio, and it was one of the few places where she and Jerome could relax. The good thing was I missed my friends and wanted to see them, the bad thing was I missed my friends and wanted to see them. They made working hard and pleasurable. I was behind the counter when I saw them enter. Lisa was all energy, waving at m
JEROME Stacy had been extra busy this period because she signed up for a few part-time jobs. I hated how busy she got most of the time but I was also glad for her that she was taking a responsible step towards her finances. That evening, after a game of snooker, I slipped into Burger’s Trio in hopes that I was early enough for her shift. Stacy had been extra busy this period because she signed up for a few part-time jobs. I hated how busy she was most of the time, but I was also glad for her. It was a responsible step toward her finances, even if it meant we had less time together. That evening, after a long day at work and a quick game of snooker with some friends, I decided to drop by Burger’s Trio, where Stacy worked one of her shifts. I’d been by a couple of times before, usually sneaking in to see her just as her shift ended. Tonight, I hoped I was early enough to catch her in action. As I walked through the door, the warm smell of grilled burgers and fries hit me. The
JEROME I knew I had to talk to Stacy when I was ten minutes into the lecture. The urge was so primal, so hungry that there was no escaping it. The class had ended in a rush of students gathering their belongings and shuffling out of their seats. I stood at the front, gathering my notes and trying to maintain my composure. I was watching her pack her stuff, watching her move quickly with her hands. “Mr. Jerome!” one of the guys called out. “Do you have the syllabus handy? I think I missed a few details.” He was one of my students, blonde curly hair, a portion of it swooped across his forehead. “Of course,” I replied, pushing my thoughts of Stacy aside. I had to focus. “Here’s a copy for you.” I handed it to him. “Also, can you clarify what we’ll be covering in the first unit?” another student asked, a girl with bright green nails and a head full of curls. I wished they picked another time to talk to me because I needed to catch up with Stacy. I nodded, rushing through my words
STACY The morning sun filtered through the curtain and pulled me out of my sleep. I stretched my arms above my head, blinking the sleep from my eyes as the day was about to start. Lisa was already up, rummaging through her drawers, her usual energy evident in the way she moved about. I could hear the faint sound of her humming to herself, a tune that was familiar but not quite memorable. “Morning,” I mumbled, pushing myself up and running a hand through my hair. Lisa turned around, her face lighting up with a smile. “Morning, sleepyhead! We’ve got to get a move on. First day back, remember?” I groaned softly, not quite ready to face the world just yet. The holiday had been a mix of relaxation and catching up on things we’d neglected during the semester, but the thought of diving back into classes already felt a bit overwhelming. Lisa, on the other hand, who was not an early riser, was rather up early. She tossed a hoodie onto the bed for me, and I caught it mid-air. “