Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 1/3

Shoebox- A Jemi One-Shot Part 1/3

(This is my contest round #1 appointment entry thingy for ElizaLuvsU94's Winter Writers Contest)

Joe's POV

There she was. As beautiful as ever. They say a picture is worth a thousand words. This one, this one is worth many more. Her love almost radiated from the picture. Her long black wavy hair was shining just as much as her light brown eyes, her soft pink lips curved into a small smile. I stared at the picture for countless minutes until I carefully placed it back in the shoebox that I kept all my memories of her in it. My own sunglasses, my black Ray Bans, that she wore all the time. A hair tie that she would use to pull back her long, black locks. A piece of white lined paper, crumpled and slightly torn from me reading it over and over again. It's a letter from her, sent a week after she moved away, the only one I got ever got.

Dear Joe,
It's been a week and I already miss you tons. I wish I was with you, at the beach house, you holding me, watching the sunset like we would do every night. It's unfair that my parents decided to move without my permission. I actually liked it there in LA Anyways, I miss you. Did I say that already? Well, I do. I miss seeing your face every day, going swimming with you, lying in your arms in the sand... I'm torturing myself. I hope I can see you sometime soon. I doubt that, I live on the other side of the country! In flippin' New York. How lame is that? It actually is cold here. I want to be with you. So much. Tell me how things are in LA without me.
Love,
Demi.

I've memorized this letter. I know it by heart; I could repeat it to anyone, anytime, anywhere. I wrote her a letter back but I never got a reply. This letter was sent almost two whole years ago. Demi Lovato and I met during the summer I turned 20, she was 17. We fell in love quickly and a month after my birthday, her parents sprung the proposal of moving on her. They moved within a week, to New York. And I haven't heard from her since then.
I placed the letter back in the shoebox and pulled out a CD case with hand-drawn designs on the front. The CD was from Demi, for me. She drew all over the cover with black sharpie. The CD had about 10 songs on it. 4 were songs written and sung by her and the other 6 were her favorite songs. She gave it to me the day she left. I listened to it that night, I cried a lot and haven't listened to it since. I pulled the last item out of the box. It was a Polaroid, taken by me, of Demi and me. It's my favorite picture of us, the rest are stored away under my bed. In the picture, Demi and I are on the beach, the waves were crashing behind us as the sun set. We were both smiling, Demi's arms were secured around my waist and I had one arm around her shoulder. I carefully laid the picture back in the box and I placed the cover on it and slid it under my bed. The one last thing that reminded me of Demi was my bracelet, but I never took that off. She had made it herself. It was a string of brown beads, the color of my eyes and Demi had made a matching one for herself. Who knows if she still wears it? Who knows if she still loves me? Who knows if she still even remembers me? Then one day I found out she does.

I was in the store, buying Demi's favorite food. We used to eat it all the time together. While we watched movies, watched the sunset. It was ice cream. Mint chocolate chip. As I paid for the ice cream and took my bag, I walked out into the parking lot. I watched the bag swing slowly next to my legs as I walked and all of a sudden, I bumped into someone.
"Oh man, I'm"- I looked up and was cut off by myself; drawing in a short, ragged breath. She was standing there before me. In the flesh, the perfect, smooth, soft flesh. I stared until I realized I'd dropped the bag of ice cream. I glanced down at it but before I could reach to pick it up, her arms were embracing me. After 2 whole years, the arms I'd been missing are squeezing my torso. The tears I had come to know were seeping through my t-shirt. I hugged Demi back, burying my face in her hair, taking in the scent, letting it cloud my face and calm me down.
"What are you doing here?" I manage to whisper after what feels like an hour but was only a couple minutes.
"We came back," Demi whispers simply. And I just hold her forever.

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[puppys12095]

loved it!!!!

[gigglegiggle12468]

omg that was sooooooo good! i loved it! =) i wonder why she never wrote back.

[JBKevinJonas]

Cuteee

[cherrydao96]

aww...cute!!!!

[dancencheerleading]

amazing!!!<33

[PurplePandaBear100]

amazing

[Jonasfan4eva1]

OMG i love it!!!! i wonder what is gonna happen

please post the next one like tonight cause i no you have to lol

[yashine101]

love it plz hurry for the rest

[bella122894]

that was reallly good and cute!!!..cant wait for the next one :)

[xoJulzzxoJonasxo]

ahh i love this post more please<3(: