Good Morning Little Schoolgirl | By : Linda_Linda Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Led Zeppelin Views: 4197 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is unfortunately a work of FICTION (the OC is, uhm, high-school me). I do not know Jimmy Page or Led Zeppelin. I make NO money from this. Pairing: Jimmy Page/author. |
A few mornings later, light streams in through the lace curtains and I wince and sit up, wondering what time it is. The clock on the wall says 11:58. It’s almost the afternoon, but I’m still so tired. I lay my head back down on the pillow and nearly fall asleep again.
The only thing that stops me is the sound of the door opening with a soft click. My eyes open and I find myself gazing straight at a mirror that conveniently reflects the doorway. Jimmy’s standing in it, breakfast in hand. He smiles via the mirror and I smile back, rubbing my eyes.
“I knew you were awake,” he teases, sitting down on the edge of the bed and handing me a donut. I bite into it hungrily.
“Mornin’, Jimmy,” I greet him and we kiss.
“After breakfast, I’d like to talk to you about something.”
“What is it?” I ask, surprised and a little worried.
“Nothing bad, luv, you’re not in trouble or anything. I just wanna ask you a question. But you gotta eat first,” he says. “I’ll be back.”
He leaves the room and the door clicks shut behind him. I’m nervous. What could he possibly want to ask me? If I want to go back to school? He should know I don’t. To be honest, I hate the fucking place. Nothing but demerits, detentions and random pop quizzes worth thirty points if you fail and none if you do well.
Eventually he returns with a large white box. It looks like something from a clothing store, but I’m not sure. I'm certainly curious, though.
“What is it, Jimmy? Huh? Huh? Lemme see!”
“Patience, doll,” he laughs. “In this box, I’ve got something very special for you.”
I nod eagerly and he continues. “Wait till you hear me go downstairs, then open it. Tell me what you think. If you want it, that is wonderful. And if you don’t, I’ll understand…” My curiosity has been intrigued even more.
“Now remember, don’t open it until I am downstairs. You might…react strangely…” He leaves me with that and the door shuts behind him. His footsteps fade away and I am on his gift like a starving child on a slice of bread.
I decide to tease myself a little, picking up the box, shaking it, tapping it. After a while, I can’t take it much longer.
I pull the lid off and am greeted by…fabric. Lace-edged white fabric. Maybe it’s a…blanket?!
The fabric goes on forever as I try to take it out of the box. The side has a zipper.
I hold it up for a better look and nearly drop it in shock. It’s a white, lacy, pearl-embroidered wedding dress. Tucked in the seam is a note from Jimmy:
Dearest Linda,I love you very much and I would be honored to take you as my wife. Will you marry me?
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