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MESSAGES | Jason Street
19/12/20 13:36
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Jason closed his laptop over in the wake of his quick chat with Tyra online between her classes. He let his hand rest on top of it for a moment, his brain ticking things over methodically for a moment with a small frown of concentration on his face. He had a spontaneous and stubborn streak that could kick in at times like this, but as far as he was concerned, now was the time and there was no need to sit and make a pros and cons list. It wasn’t that crazy, right?
He pushed his chair back from the kitchen table, and spun it around smoothly so he could wheel himself into the bedroom. The dresser was his destination and once he was there, he hooked his thumbs into the third drawer down and pulled it open. He rifled through some old Panthers t-shirts and jerseys of his and found the small velvet box tucked right in the back corner. This had been his home for about three months now, give or take. He was saving it for a rainy day, and even though it wasn’t rainy, it suddenly just felt so right. He pried it open with the edge of his thumb and looked at the diamond solitaire ring inside.
He was going to ask his favourite girl to marry him, and unlike the last time he had done this with someone, this time, there wasn’t a single thing about it that felt wrong.
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He pushed his chair back from the kitchen table, and spun it around smoothly so he could wheel himself into the bedroom. The dresser was his destination and once he was there, he hooked his thumbs into the third drawer down and pulled it open. He rifled through some old Panthers t-shirts and jerseys of his and found the small velvet box tucked right in the back corner. This had been his home for about three months now, give or take. He was saving it for a rainy day, and even though it wasn’t rainy, it suddenly just felt so right. He pried it open with the edge of his thumb and looked at the diamond solitaire ring inside.
He was going to ask his favourite girl to marry him, and unlike the last time he had done this with someone, this time, there wasn’t a single thing about it that felt wrong.
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It was the morning after Matt had left for Dillon, and Sam realised how much she really didn't like waking up without him next to her. She also knew there was a saying about not knowing what you have until it's gone - but she did know! And she hadn't let it go. She was in love with Matt, she'd even told him, but he still left. He still looked like he'd just been told she was going to leave him for Tim, and that wasn't what had happened at all.
Sam had struggled when the confession had tumbled from Tim's lips, but in the end she knew where her heart was and it wasn't with the number thirty-three any more. So why did she feel like she'd done wrong? It was a few hours before she even dragged herself out of bed, and even longer before she made it out of the room to go into the kitchen in search of coffee. She wasn't even hungry. She was just glad she had the time off work so that she didn't need to worry about smiling at all the stupid customers when all she really wanted to do was tell them to go fuck themselves.
She needed out of retail.
( As soon as her beverage was made she had every intention of crawling back into her bed and hiding, but as she shuffled past the main room she realised Jason was sitting there alone... )
Word Count | 3,634
It was the morning after Matt had left for Dillon, and Sam realised how much she really didn't like waking up without him next to her. She also knew there was a saying about not knowing what you have until it's gone - but she did know! And she hadn't let it go. She was in love with Matt, she'd even told him, but he still left. He still looked like he'd just been told she was going to leave him for Tim, and that wasn't what had happened at all.
Sam had struggled when the confession had tumbled from Tim's lips, but in the end she knew where her heart was and it wasn't with the number thirty-three any more. So why did she feel like she'd done wrong? It was a few hours before she even dragged herself out of bed, and even longer before she made it out of the room to go into the kitchen in search of coffee. She wasn't even hungry. She was just glad she had the time off work so that she didn't need to worry about smiling at all the stupid customers when all she really wanted to do was tell them to go fuck themselves.
She needed out of retail.
( As soon as her beverage was made she had every intention of crawling back into her bed and hiding, but as she shuffled past the main room she realised Jason was sitting there alone... )
Word Count | 3,634
It was times like this, that everything felt like it became a balancing act. One day, it felt like it was taking endless hours for time to tick over while they waited for news, and the next, there wasn't enough hours in the day to see to everything. It was even more of a juggle now that Tim was awake. Jason wanted to be there for his friend like he promised, and he would do his best to keep his word, but at the same time, he had a family of his own that needed his time too. A loving, caring fiancee carrying his baby, who was still trying to work to make ends meet with Jason only managing to nab some casual hours coaching a kids' football team at a local yet small school. He was still looking for something more permanent that paid better, which is what he was seeing to right when Tim had fallen ill.
With Taylor working, and the shared vigil at the hospital amongst Tim's family and friends, Jason knew he had to spend whatever time they had together actually together. After getting some more info on epilepsy from the rehab unit at the hospital as planned, Jason left a message with the staff of the ICU to let Tim know he would be back a bit later and why. Tim was sleeping again, which wasn't a bad thing. His body was trying to heal and Jason remembered how much he had slept in the wake of his accident, from both sheer mental and physical exhaustion. As it was, right now, he was feeling a drained tiredness setting in all over again. Worry would do that to someone. He also knew he was desperately missing Taylor, the niggles between them after their failed wedding and the pregnancy news breaking seemed like a distant memory... and almost stupid. It was easier when they were on the same page, and he would do anything it took to make sure they stayed that way.
After being greeted at the door of their shared Austin home by Mrs MacKenzie who was spending a few days in Austin to help Taylor out, Jason wheeled himself tiredly to their bedroom, relieved to find his fiancee lying in be reading a book and resting on her day off like she promised him she would. "Hey, darlin'," he greeted her quietly with a smile as he pushed up to the side of the bed. He started to pull his jacket off, trying to get a glimpse of what she was reading. "Good book?"
With Taylor working, and the shared vigil at the hospital amongst Tim's family and friends, Jason knew he had to spend whatever time they had together actually together. After getting some more info on epilepsy from the rehab unit at the hospital as planned, Jason left a message with the staff of the ICU to let Tim know he would be back a bit later and why. Tim was sleeping again, which wasn't a bad thing. His body was trying to heal and Jason remembered how much he had slept in the wake of his accident, from both sheer mental and physical exhaustion. As it was, right now, he was feeling a drained tiredness setting in all over again. Worry would do that to someone. He also knew he was desperately missing Taylor, the niggles between them after their failed wedding and the pregnancy news breaking seemed like a distant memory... and almost stupid. It was easier when they were on the same page, and he would do anything it took to make sure they stayed that way.
After being greeted at the door of their shared Austin home by Mrs MacKenzie who was spending a few days in Austin to help Taylor out, Jason wheeled himself tiredly to their bedroom, relieved to find his fiancee lying in be reading a book and resting on her day off like she promised him she would. "Hey, darlin'," he greeted her quietly with a smile as he pushed up to the side of the bed. He started to pull his jacket off, trying to get a glimpse of what she was reading. "Good book?"
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Tim was pretty convinced he had never, in his whole life, been in this much pain. Even thinking seemed to hurt, yet he somehow had to fathom a range of information people seemed to be attempting to feed him at regular intervals. Doctors, nurses, Coach, Mrs T, Billy, Mindy, Mindy's mom, more doctors, more nurses, a cleaner. It had been close to forty eight hours since Tim had woken up with what had to be the worst hangover of his life. It was all hazy now, and it felt to him like he kept drifting in and out a heavy sleep. He preferred being asleep, because the latter took a lot more effort than energy than he had right now. It was getting a little better, though. He was still in this hospital room connected to all these machines that beeped and whooshed and clicked. He still felt like extreme crap. But there was a tiny bit more clairty. He had meningitis explained to him in basic, non-doctor speak so he kinda got it now, he just didn't remember much surrounding it. He remembered the worst headache of his life, but little else.
( Now there was something else, unlike anything he had ever faced before, and he was terrified... )
Word Count | 2,695
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Tim was pretty convinced he had never, in his whole life, been in this much pain. Even thinking seemed to hurt, yet he somehow had to fathom a range of information people seemed to be attempting to feed him at regular intervals. Doctors, nurses, Coach, Mrs T, Billy, Mindy, Mindy's mom, more doctors, more nurses, a cleaner. It had been close to forty eight hours since Tim had woken up with what had to be the worst hangover of his life. It was all hazy now, and it felt to him like he kept drifting in and out a heavy sleep. He preferred being asleep, because the latter took a lot more effort than energy than he had right now. It was getting a little better, though. He was still in this hospital room connected to all these machines that beeped and whooshed and clicked. He still felt like extreme crap. But there was a tiny bit more clairty. He had meningitis explained to him in basic, non-doctor speak so he kinda got it now, he just didn't remember much surrounding it. He remembered the worst headache of his life, but little else.
( Now there was something else, unlike anything he had ever faced before, and he was terrified... )
Word Count | 2,695
