Marriage wasn’t something August had ever thought he would get roped into, but he didn’t seem to have a whole hell of a lot of choice in the matter. Still, he supposed it could be worse. Anything had to be better than where he grew up, right? A smile touched his lips as he watched people pass, trying to figure out if he could peg who he was supposed to be waiting for. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out it had to be the sullen looking guy that was scanning the crowd.
“Jasper, we need to talk,” she mumbled, sitting on his bed as if she had been there for hours instead of mere moments. “But please, please don’t hate me, okay?”
It was late, probably closer to 3am, but Bells wasn’t entirely sure. Not that it mattered since she was sitting on the dresser closest to her brother’s bed and watching him sleep. Truthfully, it was something she had been doing since they were kids, her head tipped to the side in a nearly comical manner as she counted his breaths. Of course, she went completely still when he stirred, debating on whether or not she should sneak out before he woke up enough to realize she was there.
– ‘u dont have (insert food/music/restaurant here) over there??’
– ‘wait what time is it. shouldnt u be asleep’
– alternatively: timezoned/clockblocked again
– ‘do u need a hug. have a virtual hug’
– weird slang terms
– ‘i will fight everyone thats mean to u. i will fight them rn’
– vague embarrassment regarding ur accent
– ‘dont maKE ME COME OVER THERE’
– ‘oh yeah i have a friend who lives in (insert country here) and apparently’
– no real hugs :((
– suffering
– fahrenheit vs celsius
– the measuring of things in feet fucks one of u up, probably
JJ fidgeted noticeably at the latter part of his comment, making it a dead giveaway that she had bigger reasons than just a general discomfort, and she couldn’t reel it back fast enough to cover it.
“I know. It’s just…”
She hated that it sounded like such a dumb reason in her head, but she was hung up on it nonetheless.
His teasing smile faded as he took a step closer to her, gentle fingers touching her cheek. He was definitely missing something important.
“J, you can tell me. You know I won’t judge you or anything.”
“Well, if – if it ever gets bad, I’m here.” Sean offered. It was the least that he could do. Sean raised his eyebrows and then with a soft shake of his head he spoke, “Oh, no, no no no, nothing like – like that. I just – I haven’t been home in a-a while.” He could be for all he knew but Sean tried not to dwell too much on it.
“I appreciate that,” she mumbled, feeling a little awkward at the offer. She didn’t even like going to her dads some days. “You should probably make a visit? I mean, I would probably kill to see my brother again, so, unless it was like a bad fall out or something, you should see him.”
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