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Summary:

Jamie has to leave for a few months due to work, his plane takes off in the morning. Cove is clingy and a bit of a brat.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

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“I’m not tired.” Cove was lying through his teeth, and Jamie knew it. After all, there was very little Jamie didn’t know about Cove. 

 

“You’re not tired.” Jamie repeated in a teasing tone. Even though it was dark, he could practically see Cove pouting. “You don’t have to stay in bed with me, it won’t hurt my feelings if you wanna stay awake a little longer.” 

 

“No. I want to stay with you.” 

 

Jamie couldn’t help but to chuckle.

 

“It’s not funny.” 

 

“It’s a little funny.” 

 

“How?” 

 

“You’re cute.” 

 

A few moments of silence, quickly followed by a groan from Cove. Neither could see the other in the dark, but Jamie could tell Cove had just covered his face with his hands. He often did that when he was embarrassed. Jamie bit back another laugh, after all these years he could still make him flustered? Over little comments like that? Not that he minded, not at all. 

 

“I love you.” Jamie finally said, attempting to break the silence. Cove didn’t bother to say a word. 

 

“I love you.”

 

Nothing. 

 

“I love you, Cove.” 

 

Still, nothing. 

 

“I love you, Cove James Holden. I love your pretty eyes and bright smile. I love that you loved me enough to let me share your last name. I love-“ 

 

“Stop. Please.” Cove mumbled, finally pulling his hands away from his face. Jamie could practically feel him staring at him. 

 

With a smile, not that Cove could see it, he placed his hands into Cove’s. A part of Jamie worried he would simply pull away from him, but he didn’t. Instead, the two sat in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. 

 

Jamie closed his eyes, letting the sound of Cove’s soft breathing begin to lull him to sleep. Or, that was the plan at least. Before Cove began to fidget. 

 

“Darling, apple of eye, the sun in my sky.” Jamie began. “I love you so very much, really I do. But I need to sleep. Please, I promise I won’t be mad if you need to burn off some energy in another room.” 

 

A moment of silence, one that would not last very long. 

 

“We could burn off some energy together.” 

 

“Cove James Holden.” 

 

“Jamie Holden?” 

 

Jamie couldn’t help but to burst into a fit of giggles, turning over onto his back and laying his arms over his chest. Cove didn’t join in. 

 

Clearing his throat, Jamie turned back over to Cove. A part of him wished they could at least see eachother right now. 

 

“I mean… if you’d like to. Maybe it’d help us both sleep.” Jamie suggested. 

 

“No, I’m too upset.” Cove said, almost as if Jamie should have known. Perhaps he did. 

 

“Cove.” Was all Jamie managed to say, suddenly feeling a little sick. Of course he knew what Cove was mad about, but it wasn’t exactly fair. At least, in Jamie’s eyes it wasn’t. 

 

“I don’t want tomorrow to come. I don’t want you to leave.” Cove forced out, his voice breaking just a little. 

 

“Oh, Cove.” Jamie sighed, carefully reaching out to wipe his tears away. “I’ll be back.” 

 

“In four months.” 

 

“It’s for my job.” 

 

“Do you HAVE to?” Cove practically whined, sounding like a child hearing their father would miss Christmas due to work. 

 

Not that Cliff or Kyra ever missed an important holiday with Cove. No, instead they left Jamie to be the first one to break his heart like that. 

 

Jamie bit back another laugh. 

 

“If I had the choice you know I’d stay with you. You know I would.” Jamie assured, cupping Cove’s cheek. “If we had a choice, I’d even let you come with me. But then who would watch the fish and cats?” 

 

“We could hire a babysitter.” 

 

“What about the second plane ticket?”

 

“I could sneak in with your suitcase.” 

 

This time, they both laughed. 

 

“I think you’re a little too tall for that, darling.” Jamie teased, rubbing comforting circles on Cove’s cheek with his thumb. “Maybe if I had a big enough suitcase. But what if they’re not gentle with you? Then I’d have to beat up airport security. Then you wouldn’t see me for years.” 

 

“I don’t think I could last that long.” Cove mumbled, placing his hand over Jamie’s. “Just promise you’ll call every night.” 

 

“I promise.” 

 

“Promise we’ll say goodnight.” 

 

“And ‘I love you.’ Don’t forget.” Jamie teased. “I promise.” 

 

“Okay. I’m okay now.” Cove said, taking a deep breath. “I love you too. I didn’t say it earlier, but I do.”

 

“I know.” Jamie said, leaning over to press a kiss to Cove’s forehead. “Now, please. I need to sleep.”

 

“But shouldn’t we burn off energy first?”

 

“Cove! Well, maybe.”

Notes:

Finally sat down and wrote something I don’t mind posting. It’s been an awful, and busy few months. A big mix of good and bad.

 

I turned 21 last month, and I had friends that made it not suck so bad. Got drunk enough to forget my mom and brother didn’t really wanna spend time with me, but at least I had people who loved me and did.

In the middle of moving again, but at least my cats stay with me and I don’t have to sleep in the living room. Even if I have to share the room.

Got a new job and cried quite a few times, had to start anew. But this job is much healthier for me and I feel like I’m actually treated like a person here. Even if I’m not good at everything, my managers say they can tell I work very hard.

Lost some friends, became closer with others. Found joy in new games, started talking about my OCs again. Some sources will always hurt to talk about, but not all the people do. I hope most of them are doing well. Sometimes people just grow apart ya know?

Family health scare, but it helped me realize she doesn’t say I love you the same anymore but she still does love me. And she’s okay, for the most part.

Been dealing with a lot of memories of people who hurt me in ways I’m not comfortable talking about right now. But they’re moving away, or have been far away for a long time. And I won’t have to see them again. The man who groomed me used to post on here, and gets nice comments on the fanfic he wrote that’s supposed to be him doing awful things to me. But he hasn’t posted in a long time. I hope he’s dead, I hope he got in trouble. I hope if he hurt anymore kids, they’re doing better now.

I’ve been feeling awful physically and mentally, but I’m not dead yet.

I don’t know, it’s been a rough one. But I have people who love me. And hopefully things will be looking up soon. Hopefully I’ll go back to college for another semester. Hopefully I’ll find a job doing something I love. Hopefully I’ll find a new therapist. Hopefully I’ll grow out of being awkward one day. Hopefully the years I spent locked in my bedroom missing moments I should have experienced as a teen won’t hurt so much to think about one day.

At least, I’m writing again, right?