I Will Follow You

"Turkey sandwiches?" I asked, cocking my head to the side.

"Well, it's not like we could actually cook a real Christmas dinner." Jaime said with an exasperated sigh. "At least we have stuffing and some roast potatoes."

"No, I'm not being ungrateful." I said quickly, feeling kinda bad.

"It's okay, I understand what you mean but it's been difficult to plan this out on the road so turkey sandwiches and some stuffing and potatoes is kinda the best I could do." Jaime gave a small smile. I felt bad because he obviously put a lot of effort into this and I sounded so ungrateful.

"I'm very glad you did." I told him and gave him a small kiss on the cheek.

"I missed you Scarlett." Jaime said with a serious tone in his voice. He didn't look up from prepping the sandwiches. It made me feel really sad because he obviously wasn't the kinda person to get too, I don't know personal? Jaime usually liked to keep it simple.

"I missed you too Jaime." I told him in return.

"Not as much as we missed you though." He snapped his head round. "You might feel like you missed us but no, we lived for two whole years without you." He sounded so broken.

"Jaime I-" I began but he cut me right off.

"No. I don't want to hear what you gotta say. Just hear me out." He put the knife down and turned to face me. "Everyone always thinks I can't be that serious but honestly I can. I went through a really hard time when you died, I couldn't sleep. I kept getting flashbacks to high school when I treated you like shit and it caused so much anxiety. I just wonder what would've happened if maybe, just maybe I had of been a better person back then." He ranted.

"Jaime, you did treat me okay eventually during school." I reminded him.

"No I mean in general. Would I have been taken more seriously? I just wanna be a good guy. Someone that people look up to." He frowned and hung his head low.

"Jaime Preciado, I see it every night. So many kids look up to you and think you're just great. That's something to be proud of and I'm proud of you for it." I explained to him. "If anything you have more admirers than you realise and that's so cool. You deserve the world and finally you're getting it!" I put my hands on his shoulders and gave him an encouraging look.

"Thank you Scarlett." He nodded and turned back to his work. "You don't understand how much that means to me."

I gave Jaime a small side hug and then went back to the lounge where everyone was waiting for their sandwiches. Lynn clearly lied when she said dinner was ready. Definitely trying to cock block Vic. Eventually though, Jaime brought through some plates with roast potatoes, stuffing, sandwiches and mashed potatoes. "Thanks Hime." Vic smiled at him.

"Dig in guys." Jaime said like a proud parent.

Pretty much all the food got devoured in about 3 minutes flat. "That was so good Jaime." I turned to him and gave him a huge grin.

"No problem amigo." He nodded to me and gave me a goofy, signature Jaime grin.

"So what now?" I asked.

"Games?" Lynn suggested, looking around the group.

"Like what?" Mike asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I don't know, monopoly?" Lynn gave him a duh, look.

"Hold on a second." Mike said standing up and patting his ass. He pretended to pull something out of his back pocket and then placed the imaginary thing onto the table in front of us. "Here we go, my spare monopoly board game I was keep on me in case we decide we wanna play it." He said sarcastically.

"Well now you're just being an asshole Mike." Lynn rolled her eyes at him. So I decided to throw a cushion at Mike, it hit him on the face and then fell to the floor. Mike look up at me and his mouth hung open dramatically.

"It's so on." He muttered, grabbing he cushion from the floor. He launched it at me but Vic dived in front of me quickly. When the cushion hit him he dramatically pretended it was as though he'd been shot. He slid down onto the floor and played out a death. It was cute.

"Scarlett... You can have my guitars." He groaned before dying.

"That sucks." I said rolling my eyes.

"Sell them?" Tony spoke up.

"Yeah but it's not like I need the money." I pointed out to him.

"So you're still filthy rich?" Mike raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, why?" I asked confused. Vic sat up and looked at me.

"Well you did die according to the world. Something would have happened to your money." He pointed out.

"My dad took it and then reinstated it into my account once I was awake again." I explained to him.

"Wait if you're rich then why are you selling merch for Pierce the Veil?" Lynn shook her head.

"It's fun I guess." I shrugged.

I guess money doesn't matter to everyone." She smiled happily. I think that fact pleased her.

The rest of our fake Christmas was spent talking, eating sweets and eventually drinking alcohol to the point where we forgot it was Christmas we were celebrating. All in all, it was pretty much the best Christmas I had ever experienced and I wouldn't change it for the world.

Notes

MERRY CHRISTMAS AGAIN