Nothing could truly ruin any moment he spent with Sophia Vandervort but even Jesse had to admit that Gossip Girl was getting pretty damn close. Not because that was the sort of power she had over him or them but because today was supposed to be special. Perfect. Uninterrupted. Now not even pizza could stand against her as Sophia’s phone buzzed once more and he felt his frown deepen with every word he read over her shoulder. He swallowed back, feeling the sort of self-righteous anger he almost never let bubble to the surface. Veronica Ravenwood was right: Jesse couldn’t just stand around anymore when it came to his loved ones. Jesse couldn’t stand to see Sophia cry.
He didn’t blame her for looking at the blog or checking in on what was being said about her (though it didn’t matter) or him (and it was stupid that he almost wanted to smile). He understood it, he just wished that he could protect her from every little terrible thing this world had to offer. Unrealistic, he knew but that didn’t make him feel any differently. The way he felt about her… How high his opinion of her was, how dearly and endlessly he thought about her and this was how he was going to voice it. It should have been perfect with pizza and flour smeared on cheeks but instead he wasn’t thinking before he spoke.
Even in the face of the flurry of feelings that were threatening to spill out, he couldn’t stop the way his heart all but soared at her confession. Of course he knew that she liked him, well, more even but to hear her say something like that… Well, maybe it would be perfect after all.
“Enough’s enough,” he said a little too loudly, his head shaking as he watched the tears fill her eyes. Jesse reached out for her hands, intensity filling his eyes as he willed her to believe him, to see how much he cared about her. About them. “She- Gossip Girl- can’t just keep doing this. There has to be something we… I can do. I’m going to do something, Soph. She’s not going to make you cry ever again, okay? Not if I can help it. I’m sick of it too. I can’t stand knowing that anyone is making you upset and it- it’s making me upset. No one has the right to make you feel like this and she doesn’t know what she’s talking about because if she knew even the first thing about you, about us, then she’d know how wrong she is. Me and you, this, is special. You make me happier than I thought I could ever be and you don’t even have to try, just thinking about you smiling, laughing, making that face you always make right when the main characters about to get their happy ending in a movie is enough. I love everything about you. There’s not one bad thing, not one and I’ll be damned if some pathetic and small blog makes you think twice about that. Or about how I feel about you. No, no it’s enough. I’m done with her messing with me, my friends and my girlfriend especially,” he almost forgot to take a breath, his brain having not caught up with his mouth, “Gossip Girl is going down.”
Sophia had opened her mouth to reply, to compliment him on his heroism. There wasn’t a person in the world Jesse didn’t show compassion towards. He was the kind of good people hoped existed, the type of man to restore someone’s faith in the world. In the midst of gossip, torment, and heartbreaks the Upper East Side caused, Jesse had been a real guiding light for Sophia. He rescued her from the sadness of her parent’s split and father’s engagement, even drunkness in parties and blackouts, and now this.
“Jesse,” She spoke softly, the slightest smile starting to grow and push away the gloomy feeling that had lurked over them. “You’re too perfect in this moment.” With a flick of her pointer finger in the flour, she tapped it on his nose, leaving the tip looking like it was covered in summertime sunscreen. “That’s better.”
Any tears that had arrived were long forgotten.
“I don’t know that I heard that right, by the way, you’ll have to say it again.”
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