But you promised...

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Roxanne Theresa Prince was one of the most quiet girls you'd ever meet. At least, that was what she was like before she moved away to the United States of America. She didn't have much of a say in that move, and she really couldn't have gotten out of it. Her mother had just died of a serious disease, and her father wanted to get as far away from Wales as possible. Taking her to New York City, he tried to find a new life for them, but not succeeding in the least. Roxi missed her friends, all of them. She was still young when they moved, so she hadn't known how to keep in touch with them. New York was nothing like Wales, and she stood out against everyone else in the city.

Her father refused to move back for nearly five years, and she would ask him every year if they could go back. Being miserable was one thing, absolutely dispising where they were was another. Her father had met another woman in the city, and he didn't want to leave her. They'd been dating since Roxi and him had gotten there, and unless they broke up, Roxi didn't see him leaving her ever. But not to long after they'd celebrated their four years together, he caught her cheating on him with one of her co-workers. So now it was time for them to return to Wales. Roxi felt bad for her dad, knowing how hurt and broken he was about losing his wife, and now his cheating girlfriend.

Finally, after almost five years, Roxi walked up the walkway of the school, and looked up at it. She wondered if she'd remember anyone, or recognize them. But what if she did, and they didn't? had they all forgotten about her now? She stopped walking towards the school, and just stared at it. How could she have been so desperate to come back, and not realize that there was a chance that no one would even remember who she is. She sighed, and started walking towards the school again. She bit down on her lip, and took her bag off her shoulder. She sat down on the steps, and rested her arms on her legs. She looked around the school grounds, and closed her eyes.

It would have been so much easier if she would have kept contact with someone. As she let her mind relax, she was filled with pictures of her friends, remembering one in particular. Jason was always her best friend. But she was a lot younger then, as was he. He was a year older than her, but what was that going to mean? Nothing. The years difference was never a problem before, why should it be now? Because 5 years of being apart would make him forget all about her. Thats why. She sighed heavily again, and crossed her arms, resting them on her legs. She buried her face against them, and sat still. The first bell rang, and she really couldn't have made herself get up if she tried. She wanted back here so badly, she forgot that everyone else had forgotten about her.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 588
( music ) Family guy actually
( notes ) wheeeeeeeee ^.^ i missed youuuu

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

It was a normal morning for Jason Michael Hurt. Wake up, shower, get dressed, walk to school. Five years of the same thing, repeating in an infinite sequence that always seemed to baffle him, no matter how many times he experienced it. Sure, the years passed by, as they did everywhere else; but they seemed to take a lot longer than he'd wished them to be. It was times like these, while he was deep in thought, that he couldn't help but think back to the times when she was there.

Roxanne had been his best friend for as long as Jason could remember. Remembering the pain he felt on the day she left for New York was unbearable for him. The vivid details of that morning were forever etched into his mind. No matter how badly he wanted to cry, he wasn't going to let her see him. Not like that. He'd grown so attached to her, in more ways than one. If she was moving there to stay, he didn't want his tears to be her last memory of him.

A single tear fell from his eye as he stepped out of his house, creating a damp trail down his cheek. He wiped it away as he threw his messenger bag over his shoulder and started the rather short walk to school. If only he had found a way to keep in touch, if only he had tried like he wanted to, he wouldn't be so depressed. There would be more to look up to in his life. Now, he didn't really care anymore. He had everything he could ever want, except for the only true friend that he'd ever had.

The thought was quickly pushed aside at the sight of a new girl on the stairs of the school. Jason was familiar with everyone at the school, so he knew this had to be her first day. Something about her eyes reminded him of someone he knew long ago, someone that meant the world to him. As the distance between him and the mystery girl closed, she buried her face in her arms, not moving an inch when the bell rang. He assumed that she wasn't the ditching type, as finishing schools weren't exactly the best places to ditch. Something must've happened to her.

"Are you okay?" The noticeable accent that he'd developed over the years was exactly the same as it had been five years ago. The tone was deeper, as was expected from the majority of men when they grew older, but still recognizable to his family and friends. Jason found it odd that he realized this after speaking to her, but he always had random thoughs. He couldn't help it, he'd always been like that. Random was deep in his personality, just like making sure she was okay was. He'd been a nice guy for as long as he could remember, even if it meant trouble for him. He didn't mind though. He knew that if he was in her position, he'd hope for the same treatment from someone; though he'd prefer someone he knew. He sat up on the stair rail as he waited, and hoped for an answer.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 608
(music) On Fire - Switchfoot
(notes) Glad to be back, hun. ^-^

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Someone talked to her, and Roxi kept her head buried into her arms for as long as she could. After a minute, she took in a deep breath and picked her head up. She wiped her eyes slowly, and just stared at the ground in front of her. Was she okay? No. She really wasn't. All she wanted was what it was back before she left. But she'd never get that. It was all too late for that. She sighed heavily, and shook her head. She closed her eyes tight again, letting the tears roll down her cheeks again. She pulled the sleeve of her sweatshirt over her hand, and wiped them slowly. She sniffled quietly, and opened her eyes to stare at the ground again.

"not really." She mumbled quietly, folding one arm, and resting her head on it. Her eyes focused on a tree, not to far away from her. She couldn't bring herself to look at the guy who was talking to her, she was afraid to see the same features she distinctly remembered of Jason. "Tried so hard to get back here, and sitting here, it finally hit me that no one is actually going to remember anything about me." she said quietly. Her big brown eyes, once again glistening in the sun from the tears that wanted to fall. It was going to be hard, but she'd get used to it. She'd have to. She'd make new friends, and forget all about what was going on in the first place. "guess i've just got to start all over again." she shrugged, slowly turning her eyes to look up at the guy.

His eyes. For one, brief second, she swore they were the eyes of Jason. Her Jason. She stared at him for a second, her eyes just staring into his. She bit her lip and shook her head, looking back away from him. Running her fingers through her hair, she played with it a little and let it fall back down around her face. she always took good care of her hair, of her general self actually. Always well groomed, her hair was always beautiful, makeup always gorgeous, nails done, eyebrows waxed, smelling very nice, lotion and hand sanitizer in her bag. She always took pride in her appearance, just incase on the very off chance that Jason had come to find her. She laughed quietly at her own thoughts and sighed.

Looking back up at him, she bit down on her lip, not being able to shake the feeling of the way his eyes felt as she looked into them. "I suppose I should go and find my class. I can just blame it on not remembering where anything is here." she said, turning to look up at the school. She really didn't want to go in there, but she had to. She'd thrown a fit for 5 years to get herself back here, and now she was. Her father would not be happy if he found out she skipped the first day of classes.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 530
( music ) daisy of love ! hah
( notes ) heh. i ♥ youuu

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

His eyes remained on the familiar stranger as she spilled out a story to him. Her tears made him want to cry, as well. But, like the strong man he was, Jason held back the tears, wanting to stay strong for the girl, in hopes that she'd get back on her feet and get over whatever was troubling her. He couldn't control his facial expression, though. It resembled one he hadn't felt in five years. He looked like a lost puppy dog, his eyes even showing the sorrow he felt for her.

He couldn't help but look at her as she spoke, noticing numerous similarities between her and Roxanne. The nails, the hair, the make-up, there was only one thing missing from the entire package. Jason couldn't, for the life of him, remember what it was, but if it ever came across him, he would rememer. Until then, this girl was merely a coincidence. Someone who would haunt his dreams almost as much as Roxi did.

This poor girl. He'd never felt so sorry for anyone in his life, espeially after her story. It had got him thinking about a similar story of his own. Something about this girl was eating at him. Jason couldn't help but think of Roxanne when he looked at her, even more when she talked. A certain smell played at his nose, triggering a memory sensor, and he knew. His jaw fell as he realized who he was talking to, his eyes looked deeply into hers and, for once in his life, he was at a loss for words. Scary thing was, he didn't even have to think twice about the words that were fixing to pass his now smiling lips. His large, calloused hand went out to her, giving her something to grab as she stood.

"I've missed you so much." His tone now reflected exactly what he was feeling, though his words couldn't begin to express how he felt. He wanted to embrace her, endulge himself in the missed feeling of her arms that he'd longed for. He wanted to know what she'd been up to for the past five years, details and all. Jason knew it was her. His logical reasoning and primal instincts combined were never wrong. Ever.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 511
(music) none, fixing to go to sleeeeep.
(notes) I ♥ you, too!

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Roxanne looked at the guy again and sighed. there was so many similarities between him and Jason, and it was starting to make her wonder if he was Jason. Once again, she laughed quietly at her own thoughts and pulled her hair back, letting it fall again. The feelings of Jason were rushing through her again, the pain she could see in his eyes the day she said goodbye. The tears she cried on the plane flying to new york, the pain she felt when she realized that she had completely lost her best friend. There was just too much, and now it was all rushing back to her. She wrapped her arms around her stomach, and held it tightly. Her eyes closed tight as she breathed slowly, and tried to relax.

She rocked slowly, her breathing finally steadied. She wiped her eyes with her sleeve again, and let out a slow breath. She sighed, realizing how she probably looked horrible now, and she really couldn't even be bothered to get her mirror out and check it. She didn't even know if she was going to make it inside today, she just wanted to realize what she wanted to make happen, maybe she could try and find Jason, tell him that she was back. It couldn't be that hard, could it? How hard could it be to find one person in a school? Unless of course, he wasn't here anymore. She sighed, realizing that she wouldn't actually know where to start from.

She heard him say that he missed her so much, and if her head could have moved any faster, she probably would have broken her neck. She stared at him, just confused. "i. what?" she asked quietly. This, just because there were so many similarities, didn't mean that it was him, did it? "J-jason?" she mumbled, carefully pushing herself up from the stairs. she walked closer to him, still standing a few steps away from him. "please tell me i'm dreaming, and never wake me up." she said, looking into his eyes. Hopefully this was Jason, because if it wasn't he was going to be very confused. She walked closer to him, and stood right in front of him.

Slowly she put her hand on his cheek, and touched him gently. She pulled her hand back quickly, and bit down on her lip. "seriously, is it you?" she asked, almost pleadingly. "please tell me it is." she whispered, her eyes filling with tears again, this time they were happy tears. But they wouldn't fall until she was absolutely positive it was jason.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 504
( music ) Charm School....
( notes ) bedddd misssyyyyy

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

Jason's smile grew as the distance between them was being closed, little by little. If it had been any other time than now, they'd already be hugging. He'd be twirling her around in the air, holding her close like he did when they were children. Though he was sure, he wanted to make sure she knew it was him before he did anything to frighten her. His name in the voice he'd longed to hear was enough to make his day, no, his entire year. He watched her intently as she continued moving closer to him.

A chill ran down Jason's spine, his eyes closing as Roxanne's soft hand grazed his cheek. He nuzzled her hand, every little detail exactly like he remembered. "The one and only, love." His words, though muffled by her palm, seemed to break a silence that had been lasting for five years. The sweet scent of her lotion filled his lungs, leaving him capable of only one thing. He looked into her eyes and pulled her close, his arms tightening around her waist.

Just like the Jason from five years ago, he held the tears back as he buried his nose into her hair where it fell on her shoulder. Even if they were tears of excitement, he wouldn't let her see him cry. Not for anything. Something inside of him finally felt complete. Roxanne was the giant puzzle piece that had been missing in his life. She filled the void that she'd made when she left, and everything was instantly better. All these years, he couldn't help but miss her. You don't just forget your best friend, no matter how far they move away.

"Roxanne." Her name felt just as right when it passed his lips now as it did when she left. Jason couldn't believe he was saying her name again, even more that he was saying it without breaking down into a million pieces and relying on family and friends to put him back together. And he couldn't believe that he was actually holding her, something he'd wanted to do for a long time. Sure, they'd hugged before, but this meant a lot more than the other ones did. And he didn't need to be a physicist to figure that one out.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 515
(music) You Won't Be Mine - Matchbox Twenty
(notes) rawr

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Roxi watched as he nuzzled her hand, and bit down onto her lip even harder than before. It was him. This was all him. Her childhood best friend, the one person she'd longed to see the minute she walked way from him. He was standing in front of her, more handsome than she remembered, but that was because he was now 5 years older. She watched his every movement, debating on when would be a good time to wrap her arms tight around him and let the rest of her tears fall. He said it was him, and she inhaled sharply. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, his arms were wrapped around her.

She collapsed against him, her face buried against his neck. She couldn't help it, but the tears started falling again. This time, they were tears of joy. she'd found the one person that she'd missed more than anyone else in the entire world. She hadn't even missed her mother half as much as she missed jason. She held onto him tight, her arms wrapped tight around his neck. He said her name, and she couldn't help but cry even harder against his neck. She'd longed to hear him say her name since the day she left, and now everything was finally falling back into place. this was all she wanted to have, and now she didn't need anything else.

After a few more minutes, she pulled back and looked up at him. Wiping her eyes with her sleeve again, she laughed quietly, smiling happily at him. "Jason i missed you so much" she said, her voice cracking slightly because she'd been crying. "i've been missing you since the minute i said goodbye to you." she said, running her fingers through his hair. Her fingers moved down the side of his face, and down his arm. She stepped back a little, trying to get an even better look at him. Even just stepping back a little, she could feel the resistance in both of their arms that neither of them wanted her to move. She rubbed his arm, just looking at him. He definitely wasn't the same boy she walked away from 5 years ago, but he'd grown up into a man. Very handsome one at that.

( tag ) jason bby ♥
( word count ) 447
( music ) family guyyy
( notes ) meow kitteh

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

Holding back his tears was as hard as it had been the first time he did it in front of her, espeially with her crying. Jason held Roxanne against him, his arms not wanting to budge when she moved away from him. The beautiful girl that left him when he was only sixteen had come back absolutely gorgeous, yet completely the same. And he finally had his arms around her, he didn't want to let her go.

Jason settled on loosening his grip around her so he could see her face again. Her words replayed over and over in his mind; he was happy to finally hear that she'd been missing him from the minute she left. His eyes involuntarily closed as her fingers went through his hair. She'd done it before, like in a playful messy way. But this way was a lot more sensual, and he could fill every ounce of emotion that was in it. "I've missed you too, Roxy. More than I've ever missed anybody." He spoke as her fingers went down his cheek slowly, and onto his muscular arms. When you don't really want to do anything but be alone, you tend to pick up hobbies. His happened to be working out and playing guitar, along with many other things he did to keep himself occupied.

As many different questions formed in his head, Jason realized that they were supposed to be in class. "I think we deserve a day off, don't you? Let's go to our spot." The last time he was at their spot was the day she left. He hadn't been able to go back since. Not only because it was a special place for both of them, but because he couldn't gather up the strength to. Going to a place where they always hung out didn't seem right without her. He'd been planning on going there sometime, and now was the perfect opportunity. They had a lot to catch up on, and he knew it would take a lot longer than just today.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 471
(music) Dimension - Wolfmother
(notes) heheh..kitteh. -meow-

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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her fingers continued to move up and down his arm, just taking in his whole figure. This was her best friend, the one she'd longed to see for so long, and now he was standing in front of her. His arms were even wrapped around her. She was feeling like a child on christmas morning. The smile on her face was going to be staying there for a very long while. From the way he was talking, and the way he was hugging her, she could just tell that he had missed her just as much as she had missed him. This morning, sitting on the steps she thought she didn't have anything, and not 20 minutes later, she had her entire world back.

Jason said that he missed her too, more than he had ever missed anybody. She smiled and wrapped her arms back around him. She just hugged him, standing there and hugged him tight. She didn't want to move, not again. And this time, she wouldn't let anyone force her to. She was old enough to take care of herself now, she could make choices of her own, and this was now where she was going to stay forever. Jason was the deciding factor in it all, he always had been. He was teh reason she wanted to stay the first time, and he was the reason taht she wanted to come back so desperately, and he was the reason she was going to stay from now on. It had always been about him.

Roxy laughed quietly when he said they both deserved a day off. She nodded her head and smiled, agreeing with him. "yes, i think our spot would be the best place to go. Plus we can't get in trouble for ditching there." she said, slowly pulling back out of his arms again. She took the few steps towards the steps again and grabbed her bag. She put it on her shoulder, and walked back towards Jason. Linking her arm with his, she walked close to him. "i think we have quite a bit of catching up to do, and we should start as soon as possible." she said. The smile on her face was still bright and there. She jsut wanted to be with him all the time, and now it was going to all be okay.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 453
( music ) AFV .... don't judge meh!
( notes ) bed earlyyyyy

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

This hug was definitely the longest hug he'd ever been a part of. Jason couldn't put his emotions to words, every part of him feeling more than joyous about Roxanne's return. He thought that if she came back, his previous feelings about her would change. But that idea was thrown out the window. He still loved her. Really loved her. He'd never ever told her, which was probably why he'd felt horrible over the past few years. Keeping something as big as that from his best friend was definitely enough to eat at your conscience.

The moment she moved away from him, he felt immediately empty. Jason wanted to be with Roxi forever; every second of every minute of every hour, etc. Deep down, he knew that's how it was supposed to be. As she left their embrace to grab her bag, he couldn't help but admire her body. It had changed just enough for him to notice, being the very observant person that he was. The instant she turned around, he saw the smile that had appeared in his dreams for as long as he could remember; the smile that had the power to make him do anything she wanted him to do.

Jason smiled as Roxy locked her arm with his, everything was finally coming back to normal. Her words made him chuckle. They used to get caught sitting on the rocks beside the river that the school sat by. Every teacher in the school questioned their presence on the rocks and how it was immoral for them to be by the river when they should be in school. Jason always argued that they clearly were on school property, and thus taking a study break on campus, which they were allowed to do during their classes anyways. "How was New York?" His question seemed to be the best way to start the conversation.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 451
(music) Hang Me Out to Dry - Cold War Kids
(notes) I will! lol. Within the next two hours, I shall be sleeping.

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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That laugh, it made her smile even more. She'd missed it for so long, and now it was filling the air. This was going to be the most amazing day ever, and they were going to become friends again, best friends. Who knows, maybe even more... A lot more. She looked around at the school and back up at Jason. She just couldn't stop looking at him, and now she really didn't have to. they were back together, and this was how it was going to stay for as long as possible. They only had a little time left in school, then they could figure out what they were going to do from there, and now it was time to really remember everything she'd felt for him before she left.

Jason asked her how New York was, and she shook her head. "It was horrible, if i'm honest." she said, biting down on her lip. "I didn't have any friends, i missed you, i wanted to come back here, dad was dating some horrible woman." She said. Jason had grown up with her, he knew her father, and he was the one that was there for her when her mother died. No, her mother and her weren't close, but she was still her mother. "The kids were horrible, and i was usually always by myself. I didn't fit in with the people there. Most even made fun of my accent" she said, looking down at the ground as they walked. Her accent. How she missed it. Now it was simply an american accent, standing out in the middle of the UK.

"I missed you the whole time. I always just wondered what you were doing. If you missed me." She said, laughing a little at how silly it all sounded now. "but after a while, i figured you'd just forgotten about me." she said, looking back up at him. "I even wrote you letters after letters, but i couldn't actually bring myself to send them. Dad just told me that it'd be better if i didn't send them. it'd help the 'healing' between us" she mumbled quietly, looking back down at the ground as they continued walking towards their spot. She missed it, all of it. She hugged his arm and kissed his shoulder. "But i missed you, horribly." she admitted.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 485
( music ) family guyyyy
( notes ) pft. sooner than 2 hours! kept you up late last night. nut this time misseh!

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

Jason didn't dare interrupt Roxanne while she was talking. Not only because he wanted to hear everything she had to say about the US, but also because his manners insisted upon it. As she spoke, he was sad to hear a different accent than the one he was used to. He had guess that people over there didn't approve of her accent before she'd even said it. It didn't matter, though. He loved her either way. The more time she spent with him, the more her accent would come back. It always worked like that; he saw it as a vocal form of evolution, just so people could fit in with crowds.

He felt a rather sharp pain in his heart when she said that she'd figured that he'd forgotten about her. But cheered up the minute she said 'letters'; he was going to read every single one of them, no matter what. As the story came to an end, Jason couldn't help but feel sorry for her. He wanted to go back in time and prevent everything that happened, wanted to make sure she stayed in the UK with him instead of going to the US. But, he couldn't time travel, no matter how many times he wished it.

His gaze went to her when her grip tightened on his arm, watching her soft lips press against his shoulder. They had always been so close, his feelings had never really occured to him as love until she left. In fact, the day her mother died was the day he realized he loved her. But he didn't want to break that to her on such a terrible day. So, his emotions had remained bottled up from that moment, controlling his actions over the past few years and making him feel absolutely depressed.

"Your accent isn't completely horrible now." He joked with her as he sat with her on one of the rocks. "I remembered everything in detail about you, I could never forget you, I'm reading every single one of those letters, we're healed now and I've missed you terribly, love." Jason replied to everything he possibly could in one sentence, his smile still as sincere as it had been from the moment he realized it was her. It was moments like these that he wondered if his love for her was mutual.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 529
(music) Crazy Train - Ozzy Osbourne
(notes) lol! But I waaaant to!

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Roxy laughed when he said that her accent wasn't completely horrible, and she shook her head. That wasn't the truth at all. She hated american accents, she missed her welsh one. She missed sounding like those who were around her now. But she was sure that as time went on, she'd get it back. "unfortunately love, i hate my american accent, and i want my attractive one back." she said, shaking her head. She looked around, remembering so many different memories of the area they'd found their way too. this was perfect, and exactly where they needed to be to be able to sit down and just talk about everything.

They reached the rocks, and she dropped her bag. Letting go of his arm, she crawled to the spot she used to always sit on, and looked up at him. He said that he was going to read all the letters, and she laughed. Pulling her legs up, she wrapped her arms around them and watched the water for a couple minutes. "I still have them. i kept writing up until about a week ago." she laughed quietly, and bit her lip. "pathetic that i kept writing to you the whole time i was gone, but never once did i send one back here?" she sighed, resting her head on her knees. The water had completely taken her attention, and now her mind was flowing over everything.

She remembered sitting on this exact rock the day her mother had died. She had gone to Jason's house, and asked him to go for a walk with her. And as always, he agreed, and they ended up here. She bit down on her lip, and closed her eyes. The events of that day played over and over and over in her mind, and it was harder than she'd thought it would be. She remembered crying that whole day, and Jason just sitting next to her and hugging her, holding her close. He was always there for her when she needed him, and even after five years, he was still there. He was still there and he'd been waiting for her to come back.

"So what have you been up to here, while i was away?" She asked curiously, slowly pulling her eyes away from the water, and looked back up at him. The way he was looking at her, there felt like there was something so much deeper behind it. He didn't feel the same way she did, did he? He couldn't. There wasn't any way that they could both be in love with each other, could there? What luck would that be, honestly? She reached out, and held her hand out for him to take. They'd been apart for so long, and now all she wanted to do was be able to touch him, and be close to him. she wanted to be with him all the time, and this was where they had to start from.

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 568
( music ) here without you ; 3 doors down
( notes ) nuuuuu misseh

[jason michael hurt]

&& I still press your letters to my lips,

and cherish them in parts of me

that longed for just one kiss...

_____________________________

'Everything about you is attractive.' Jason laughed when she talked about her accent, his mind forming a reply that he knew he didn't have the testicular fortitude to say. He pushed the thought away, along with many other things he was dying to tell her. The logical part of him denied him this privilege, waiting for some sort of sign of her feelings before diving into the shallow end of that emotion pool.

He watched her as she set her book bag down and went to the exact same position she used to sit on her rock. It wasn't even thirty minutes into their reunion and they had picked up where they left off. No wonder they were so compatible. Jason threw his bag beside hers, rearranging himself on his rock.

His hand grabbed hers as she reached out, his fingers locking in place perfectly. He took a deep breath as if he was starting an epic novel. "Absolutely nothing." He laughed as the two words passed his lips and entered the sound medium surrounding them. " You haven't really missed much, I promise you. To be honest, after you left, I really didn't know what to do with myself. My guitar saved me from being a complete bore around people; it was like a large part of me had been ripped away, and I was emotionally drained." His thumb caressed the soft skin on her hand as he spoke. "After a while, I sort of returned to normal, started hanging out with people again. I was forced to." A smirk appeared on his face, remembering how his friends literally twisted his arm to do something with them. "But I was bored with life. Everything had turned into a routine, nothing exciting ever happened. Even Carmie and Serinty are still here." Jason smiled as he spoke of his cats, knowing she'd remember them. No matter where he went in his house, they always followed him. They even went with him to his dorm sometimes. "My parents wanted to move to France about two years ago. Brooke was accepted to a major university over there and they didn't want to make her go alone. I told them I wasn't going to go; something deep down told me that you going to come back. You had, too." His eyes turned sad as he spoke. "Brooke went with Mum and I haven't seen them since. They call every single bloody day, though. Gets a bit annoying." The emotion in his eyes had returned back to normal, part of him glad that he finally got to confide in her after so long. He missed doing that. "I missed you so much."

He brought her hand to his lips, kissing it softly as he looked into her eyes. Jason saw something that was eerily familiar to the day she left. Her eyes wore an emotion that he remembered seeing only once; her gaze was a lot more deep and connecting than it had been earlier, causing him to wonder whether or not he was right. Maybe she did love him...? It seemed logical enough, but not enough to allow him to make that jump. He was probably looking for signs instead of letting them appear on their own. He was always known for doing that, and it always came back to bite him in the arse.

(tag) Roxy ♥
(word count) 716
(music) Thorns - Demon Hunter
(notes) Yay. Long time till sleep. And Stewart Gilligan Griffin is my hero. <3

[roxanne theresa prince]

( Don't you remember? We promised never to forget )

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Roxy smiled as he took her hand, and laced his fingers with hers. She gave his hand a squeeze, and sat back, listening to everything he had to say. This was all perfect, she really hadn't missed much, other than watching her best friend and the people she cared about growing up and living their lives. It was hard, knowing that she'd missed nothing, and so much at the same time. But what was she going to do about that? All she could do was be there for them all from now on, and that was exactly what she planned on doing. There wasn't going to be any way that she was going to leave again, this was where she was. Most people died to get away from where they were born, and Roxanne had just spend the last 5 years to get back there. Bit backward, yes?

She felt bad when he said that Brooke and his mum had moved off for her to go to college. It had to be harder knowing that they were still alive, and just somewhere far away than it was knowing that they weren't coming back. "well your instincts were right. I am back. And i'm not leaving ever again." she said, smiling as he kissed the back of her hand. "I promise." she said, rubbing his lips gently with her thumb. This was where she wanted to be, and who she wanted to be with. Nothing was ever going to get better than this, and it was all just absolutely more than she could have dreamed for. She was back with her best friend, and they weren't ever going to get seperated again, they both had a say this time.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, she noticed her thumb was still moving very carefully against his lips. She bit down on her lip and stopped, just going back to holding his hand again. She looked out over the water again, just relaxing with him. this was something she'd dreamt about for 5 years, and now it was all finally happening. Hopefully everything was going to work out the way she'd dreamed about the whole time. No one found true love while growing up, did they? Well, it would seem that she had. But the problem was, did he feel the same way? How did she even go about telling him that she loved him? There really wasn't a proper way, was there? No. The simple answer to that question was no, there wasn't any way that she could just tell him that she loves him, and that she'd loved him since they were little.

Her mind had completely wandered away from where they were, from what they were doing. But there was something that had pulled her back. She looked at their hands laced together again, and smiled. they'd held hands loads of times, but this time it seemed more... real to her. More happy, it made it feel like he wasn't going to ever let her leave again. Maybe she was just thinking too much, or maybe she was just thinking about things all wrong. Either way, she liked the feeling it gave her. "You still play guitar? I miss hearing you play." she said, looking up at the sky. it was starting to grow dark, which made it look like it was going to rain. She liked the rain, she didn't like the thunder and lightneing though. It scared her still. She looked back at him and smiled. "I remember, i used to walk through time square, and there were always people playing guitar. made me think about you more than i already did." she laughed a little

( tag ) jason ♥
( word count ) 703
( music ) the city is at war ; cobra starship
( notes ) i missed jason