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“Mikey! We got on the team!” Jackson yelled as soon as he saw Mikey in the cafeteria. Mikey and Jackson have been friends for years, because their moms were best friends and they have tried out for the football team together and they both got on it.
Even if they were just freshmen and most likely weren't going to get any field time they would be there together and Jackson was so excited.
~one years later~
Jackson hugged Mikey tears running down his face as he mourned his mothers passing she was amazing and strong but she had a heart disease that caused her to die at age 34 it hurt Jackson the fact he won’t have her anymore, he won’t have that piler to stand against when life seemed to hard to stand alone, she was gone that piler was gone.
Mikey had tears in his eyes because Jackson's mom was like an aunt to him. Their moms were best friends. They raised kids together. They did everything together, just like Mikey and Jackson did. And now his mom had lost her best friend and he lost his aunt and Jackson lost his mom.
~one year later~
Jackson put the last box in the U-haul. His family was moving to his dads home town after the death of his mother. It was a rough year and everything remained of his mother and his dad must have felt the same because they were moving.
Jackson was devastated by this yes it hurt that everything remained him of his mother but he would lose the (now) most important part of his life, his identity, Mikey he would move four hours away and with school, football, and everything else they wouldn’t get to see each other, it hurt it felt like his mothers funeral all over again except now he didn’t have Mikey to hug to cry on to laugh as Mikey said something dumb to cheer him up.
~one year later~
Jackson was doing fine not great because Mikey won’t answer his phone but he was doing fine he had his new best friend, new team, new family. His dad had started dating his high school sweetheart. Her name was Marcy. She was great. She was kind and sweet but didn’t try to replace his mother and she even had a daughter named Annabel who was seven years old and he would kill for her.
But Mikey wasn’t answering his text, he didn't know what was wrong, if he did something, if something happened to Mikey, anything he didn’t know anything and it hurt it was tearing him apart. Because with the distance between them that moving four hours away and never getting to see each other had brought it also brought the revelation that he loved Mikey.
And not in a brotherly way, no if this is how you feel for a brother it would be considered incest. He wanted him, he wanted him on his back, on his knees, anyway Mikey would take him. Jackson didn’t care as long as he was with him.
But it hurt when he sent texts and it was left on delivery and when he called and was sent to voice mail. Has Mikey forgotten about him? Moved on? Stopped caring? Was he just his old best friend? Jackson didn’t know he wouldn’t ever know because Mikey wasn’t answering.
~one year later~
They were playing his team. He was going to see him. Jackson didn’t know how he felt about that. It’s been a year since he stopped texting back, now he was going to see him.
“ hey man you got this?” Emeris said his best friend was like a brother to him.
“Yeah man I got him, he’s just the love of my life that ghosted me but hey that was a year ago I’m over it.”
“Yeah, really convincing man, just don’t go easy on him or push him to the ground and kiss him. That might not be taken well, especially if we lose.”
I laughed at that and said “thanks man I appreciate that and I won’t I’ll save that for after.”
They laughed and got off the bus to get changed and warmed up.
It was the second quarter now and damn he looked good. I mean it should be impossible for someone’s ass to look that good right?!
But he did of course he did whatever as long as we win and I get to talk to him I’ll live maybe.
He pushed me but it was one the field so it doesn’t mean anything right? Right?!
We won.
I ran after him needing answers. I stoped him in front of our buses.
“Hey..” oh wow smooth. “Hey.” Oh okay he sounds mad why does he sound mad? He ghosted me! Why was he mad?!
“What’s wrong, why won’t you answer my texts or calls?” I was sounding angry now and damnit I didn’t care.
“Not like you even noticed I mean you moved on pretty quickly.” It was said with so much jealousy and anger and accusations and damn that hurt he didn’t think I cared? I cared so much FUCK! I cared enough to be awake at night thinking about what happened if I did something or if something happened or if he moved on.
“I moved on? Are you kidding me? I stay up all night thinking about you, how you look, how you are doing, if you are happy, Mikey all I do is think about you. My friends know everything about you. That's how often I talk about you. Some people think my name is Mikey because I say your name so much.”
It’s said with anger, shock, hurt and pain because how could he not see I needed him? How could he not see that as soon as my mother died he became my pillar to lean on and support me. He was the only thing I needed and wanted in life.
“You.. you didn’t stop caring? You didn’t forget about me I mean you made friends so fast and you had a new family new team-“
“But I didn’t have you I needed you baby fuck Mikey I love you I always have always will.”
It was quite Mikey didn’t say anything, just stood and stared at me in shock. Before he sprung forward and kissed me I was shocked for a moment before kissing him back. Hard
It took a second for the wolf whistle to get to our ears. I pulled back to see the whole football team cheering. I laughed and kissed him again this time lightly.
He laughed and said “ I love you I’m an idiot fuck I’m sorry please I love you.”
“I love you baby and I accept your apology.”
And it was okay because he was mine now he wouldn’t leave me again.
~the end~