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Broken Connection

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Naira: So, I’m heading over to yours, then?
Jaime: Yep. I would like to take you out to do something more elaborate and special for our second date, but I understand if you don’t feel like going out now. At least we still are kind of on a date.
Naira: Agreed. Plus, now we don’t have to worry about behaving normally.
Jaime: Very, very true. I like the way you think ;) Now, get your ass over here!
Naira: Shut up, I have to walk all the way from work. I’m about halfway, so I’ll be there in a bit.
Jaime: I offered to drive you.

Naira’s POV

I had been so stressed out lately. Work had been all over the place: I was getting shit from one of the parents because I told their child off for something very unacceptable, other teachers were coming in to see how well I was doing, and career week was going to start soon. The first two were obvious, because it was never nice to have somebody shout and give you shit about something that obviously wasn’t wrong, and the second was stressful because it could make me lose my job, but the third one wasn’t that obvious. How could career week be stressful for the teacher, they don’t really have to do anything? Well, no. I had to get parents to come in to talk about their jobs, but being a new teacher just meant making contact was really difficult. But that is a story for a different day.

I was stood in front of Jaime’s house, ready to ring the doorbell. For one time in my life, I actually was happy that I wore relatively comfortable clothes to work, and not some weird skirt or dress. It would have been terrible to have a ‘lazy movie night’ in those type of clothes, and I was way too awkward to ask Jaime if I could change into anything of his. I mean, this was our second date, and we weren’t even good enough friends for me to just do that… not that he would mind, though. It just seemed weird to me.

After I rang the doorbell, Jaime appeared in no time. He himself wasn’t wearing anything too fancy, nor anything that consisted of sweatpants. Before I could say hi or apologize for keeping him waiting, he went straight for a kiss, which I surprisingly was ok with. I actually was quite ok with it, and happily returned it. He let me in, and I put my bag and took off my boots at the front door. At least that heavy thing as those annoying feet holders were gone now.

“So,” Jaime pulled me to the dining room, where I saw two plates set up and a candle burning, “since you didn’t want to go out, but I still wanted to make sure we had a nice romantic dinner, I made us some food, homemade tacos to be exact.”

“Really?” I smiled up at him, not believing he would would actually do this for me, “are you sure you didn’t order them?”

Jaime rolled his eyes and made me sit down at the table before getting the food from the kitchen, “are you implying I can’t cook?”

“No,” I shook my head, my eyes wide, afraid that I had offended him, “I just didn’t think you would actually go this far and do something like this for me.”

He shrugged and chuckled at me not understanding his sarcasm, placing the food on the table and seating himself, “well, I actually did. I want you to feel better, and if this is what will help, I will do it.”

I couldn’t help but blush at the confession. I never had anybody do things like that before, and now Jaime having done it, I felt pretty special. Who knew that he could make me feel that way? Well, I definitely didn’t.

For the entirety of the dinner, I couldn’t stop smiling. Having grown up on microwavable meals and the occasional cooking of my grandmother, I really appreciated this. It might sound weird, but it was like a whole new experience for me. We talked about the music Pierce The Veil made, other music, and our lives. So, basically we were still getting to know each other. Surprisingly enough, we didn’t seem to hate each other with the couple of differences we had, quite the contrary actually. I guess opposites really do attract.

After the amazing meal, we decided to have dessert while watching movies. Ice cream could only be eaten when watching a good movie, right? I mean, why would you just want to eat it at the table? So, after Jaime got us two large spoons and took the ice cream out of the fridge, we looked through Netflix to find a good movie. No, this wasn’t Netflix and chill… but maybe it would turn into that. Naira, No! You’re not that type of girl! But he was just so perfect. What I was going to do was not start anything, but not stop it if it did happen. At least it wasn’t the first date…

“So, what do you want to watch?” Jaime asked me, digging his spoon into the bowl I was holding in my hands.

“I really don’t care,” I told him while stuffing some of the cold substance in my mouth, not caring about the pain in my teeth as the temperature changed rapidly, “I can watch anything: horror, thriller, mystery, comedy, romance, action, etc.”

“Well that narrows our choice down,” he rolled his eyes and continued to scroll through the countless of movies before joking about watching Frozen, which totally deserved a hit to the head with a pillow from me.

“You know, if we are going to be like this now already, you can forget about us actually being in a relationship later on,” I joked, putting the ice cream on my lap since my hands were getting really cold, “how will we do this decision making? It will only get worse over time.”

Jaime chuckled as well, but not as freely as I did, like there was something on his mind, “how about I just go crazy with this remote and we watch the one it lands on.”

“I think I can deal with that,” I giggled, fully prepared to either watch something with cartoon characters for three year olds, or an R rated movie with loads of violence and sex scenes. There were both extremes, so I would be able to handle anything that wasn’t as bad as those.

“Are you sure you can?” he teased me while raising an eyebrow at me. I unintentionally pouted at him (something which was a habit from when I was younger), making him smile at me and kiss me before pressing all the buttons on the remote randomly.

And that was how we ended up on The Bourne Identity. I had never seen the movie before, but it wasn’t too bad… it actually was pretty good. There were a couple of fighting scenes, but to be honest I really didn’t mind. I wasn’t one of those girls that would freak out over a bit of blood or some punches being thrown. I mean, come on, I worked with kids for godsake! They really didn’t get what was acceptable and what wasn’t acceptable. With the things I have seen, you would totally understand.

Somehow Jaime had managed to end up lying down on the couch with his head in my lap. I was sitting with my leg to the same side his body was, so I really didn’t know how he was comfortable, but he seemed like he was fine. He was eating from the bowl of popcorn we had made after the ice cream was finished, and I was running my fingers through his spiked up hair.

“Hey, Naira?” he looked up at me when the credits started rolling, “it’s getting pretty late, do you want to stay over?”

“Umm…” To be honest I really didn’t care, and I would have liked to, but there were some implications. “What will I tell Maya?”

“I don’t know, we can make something up.” He sat back up straight and put the now empty bowl on the coffee table, “I’d just like to sleep with you.”

I frowned at him. What did he mean with that? Did he mean the actual close eyes and fall asleep, or the other more sexual version? I know I said before that I wouldn’t stop anything from happening, but I kinda felt different about it now. Nothing gave me hints telling me it was going that way, so I didn’t really want to. If it was just sleeping, though, I wouldn’t mind.

Jaime seemed to sense my confusion and his eyes went wide, “no, I didn’t mean it like that. I meant I’d like to see what it was like actually sleeping and waking up next to you.”

Like that helped anything. See what it was like? That wasn’t any better. It was like he was testing me! That was not what I was here for. I didn’t come here just so he could see if he was sure or anything like that!

“I didn’t mean that either!” he added quickly before sighing and taking a deep breath, “I’d just like to spend some more time with you.”

“Okay?” I giggled, not really sure about his thought process and how the first two statements had anything to do with the explanation he decided on in the end, “but you’re making up the excuse.”

He broke out a smile and cupped my cheek, giving me a tender kiss. However, it didn’t stop there. It got deeper and more desperate in no time and all I could think was that I was totally going to my first plan again. There was no way I was going to stop this-

The doorbell rang and Jaime broke away from me as fast as possible, “hide!”

“What?” I was surprised by his sudden outburst, taking me aback.

“Hide, now, somewhere,” he urged, getting off the couch before pulling me up, “I can’t have anyone seeing you here!”

Excuse me?” I thought this date had gone well. Was he ashamed of me or something?

“If it’s one of the guys, or Maya… I can’t have them see you here, they will know about us!” he started pushing me towards the stairs, hoping I would just start actually walking myself already. And the doorbell rang again.

“And there’s a problem with that?” I asked him, just wanting answers. This was messing with my mind too much. I didn’t know if I had done something wrong, making him not want anybody to know about us. Yes, I agreed to wait to tell everyone until he was sure, but was he still really thinking this much about it?

“Yes!” He exclaimed before rethinking it, “wait, no. I just don’t want their image of you changing if they found out.”

“I don’t care what they think about me if they found out,” I said, stilling wondering if I had messed this all up, because I really hoped I hadn’t.

“Just not yet, ok? I don’t want to tell them yet,” Jaime sounded defeated and took his hands off me.

I couldn’t help but feel guilty now. I was basically forcing him into something he didn’t want yet, so I had to change my opinion. “Ok, fine. Just don’t forget about me being upstairs.”

“I won’t,” he gave me a quick peck on the lips before sending me upstairs.

I wandered around a bit before deciding to stay in what I believed to be his bedroom. It was relatively clean and there wasn’t that much decoration, but it only made sense. They were gone on tour many days of the year, and were barely at home; why worry about what your bedroom looks like where not many people come? So, I took a seat on the made bed and tried to see if I could hear anything.

“Jaime, what took you so long!” A voice exclaimed frustratedly… a voice I knew…

“Sorry, Vic,” I heard the bass player say back. Yes, that was exactly who the first voice belonged to, you could recognize Vic’s voice anywhere, “I wasn’t wearing any pants. I didn’t know you were coming over, and didn’t want to stand at the door in my underwear.”

“I just came to pick up the amplifier you borrowed. I know it’s kinda late, but I had this idea for a song, but I need that amplifier for the sound I wanted-- wait. Is that Naira’s stuff?”

Oh, shit. I forgot about my bag and shoes at the front door. We were seriously busted now. There was no way around that. The only excuse he could come up with would be that I forgot them… but who in their right mind would forget their bag and shoes!

“Umm… no?” Jaime tried, hoping Vic would forget about it, “how would you even know this is her’s, even though it isn’t.”

“That’s the bag she uses for work,” Vic pointed out like it were the most obvious thing in the world, “I’ve seen it before. She always has it with her when she comes back from work and we are hanging around with Maya.”

“Oh.”

And that’s when I couldn’t hear anything anymore. There voices had gotten way too quiet, and I could only imagine they were talking about me. If I hadn’t been so afraid of them catching me eavesdropping, I would have snuck up to the stairs and tried to listen in. But with my clumsiness, I was bound to either fall over, or make something break, giving away what I was doing. So, I just sat there awkwardly in the bedroom until Jaime called my name, telling me it was ok to come out.

I carefully crept down the stairs and saw Vic still standing there. There was a mix of emotions covering his face. It was moment like this that I wished that I had studied psychology like Maya had. She would have immediately know what he was feeling, but I was just left to try to figure out the wash of emotions that were between anger and sympathy… maybe there even was some empathy in there. But I really didn’t know.

“Vic knows,” Jaime said bluntly.

Vic glared at him, the anger becoming more evident now, “Oh, yes, I know everything.”

“Ok…” I mumbled, not sure what to do with this situation. And when Vic looked at me, the sympathy took over again. I didn’t know what was going on anymore. This was so mind boggling.

“I’m sorry if I’m cutting your date short, but if you want, I could take you home on my way back now,” Vic offered with a small supportive smile.

I was going to decline, having already said yes to staying here. But then I thought about the fact that I would have to find my way back to Maya’s place the next morning, and that we hadn’t thought of an excuse for me to stay away yet. Maybe it was just going to be easier if I left now. And with the pale face Jaime had, I thought he might also rather stay alone for now. I didn’t know what had happened between them when I was upstairs, but both their moods seemed to have changed completely.

“Umm, ok,” I nodded, feeling weird in this situation, “if you don’t mind, Jaime, of course.”

“No, it’s all fine,” he tried giving me a grin, but it didn’t really work. It seemed like he was in deep thought and like he was going to throw up any moment.

“Let’s go then,” Vic motioned for me to follow him to the front door.

And so I left, without being able to say a proper goodbye or give a kiss to Jaime. Something was so off about it all.

Notes


As you probably noticed, shit is going to go down soon.

- aweirdkindofyellow

Comments

@aweirdkindofyellow
yeah, i understand. Plus- writing is a great way to keep your mind off of stress. ily <3 :)

ptv.love ptv.love
3/13/17

@ptv.love
Well, for me, things at school are only getting started. The perks of only having a year left... Writing is the perfect way to take a break, though.

@aweirdkindofyellow
that's totally okay. I hope you guys are doing well. <3

ptv.love ptv.love
3/12/17

@ptv.love
Oh my god, this is so awesome to hear. Thank you so much. Unfortunately were a little busy this week, but there's still so much to come. I have so many ideas and keep thinking of more. So, don't get too frustrated if it takes another little while. We haven't forgotten about this story, school is just getting in the way right now. We will update.

I just wanted to let you guys know... I've been binge-reading this over the past few days and now I'm finally caught up! and TBH- this is the best story i've read so far. PLZ update soon!! <3

ptv.love ptv.love
3/10/17