little boxes (drabble)
title: HELP -- little boxes (4/30)
author: sooverrated_x
rating: like, PG
pairing: jack/rian (srsly, the more i think about it, the more i like it)
warnings: this makes no sense. at all
summary: He didn't know how long he could do this.
disclaimer: If I owned them, this would be true. But I don't, so it isn't. D:
author notes: I really - I have no clue. I think I'm panicking about leaving for university so I make up this shit D:
here is the table <3
i also caved and made tumblr
HELP
Jack had heard that the overpass was a great place to scream out all stresses, worries and anxieties. He stood in the fenced in cage screaming out into traffic, his voice getting lost in the noise of moving vehicles, alone. Wind whipping his hair around his ears, and sticking to his cheeks.
He didn’t know how long he could do this.
He didn’t really want to kill himself. Not really. Standing at the edge of the highway just gave him a rush like no other. But he always stayed on the grass while cars just zoomed past him not paying any attention to the boy standing at the edge, backpack slung over his right shoulder - full of nothing that mattered. He even took off his shoes one time.
But always, always, after ten minutes (sometimes fifteen) of standing there he’d get back into his beat up second hand car and drive to Rian’s. Always.
He liked to sit on a bench outside the outlet mall when the weather got cold. He’d sit on a bench outside of a bath and body store, Christmas tunes filing the still air, warm air hitting his cheeks and the sent of pine filling his nose every time walked in or out of the store. It was calming in a weird sort of way.
He could sit there for hours.
Sometimes he’d spend the whole day in bed, only getting up for food runs and washroom breaks. Otherwise, he’d spend the whole day under the covers, TV remote in one hand, cell phone in the other - texting Rian all day. And when Alex would text him, asking him if he wanted to meet up at Starbucks, he’d make some excuse about being busy. When Zack texted him asking him if he’d take his shift for him that night, he’d make something up about having family over. But Rian would just text him about nothing and keep him amused while The Price is Right would play in the background.
The next day he’d go to Rian’s and they’d spend the day in his bed. But instead of texting and The Price is Right, they’d spend the day making out with Rian’s hands shoved up Jack’s shirt.
And then Jack really freaked out. New city, new surroundings, first year nerves and not knowing what to do. All without Rian. Sure, he could text him, and talk to him through other means, but it wasn’t the same. Jack was a mess without him. He didn’t have an overpass or a highway or an outlet mall or a familiar bed. Instead he had a roommate who was a little weird and too much homework. And he was losing a little weight, not that anyone noticed. He was freaking out.
Even though he didn’t tell him, Rian could tell from the tone of his voice, that Jack was just off. After that phone call he called in sick to work and drove four hundred miles.
Rian drove four hundred miles and they spent the day in bed making out lazily and yeah - Jack was okay.
author: sooverrated_x
rating: like, PG
pairing: jack/rian (srsly, the more i think about it, the more i like it)
warnings: this makes no sense. at all
summary: He didn't know how long he could do this.
disclaimer: If I owned them, this would be true. But I don't, so it isn't. D:
author notes: I really - I have no clue. I think I'm panicking about leaving for university so I make up this shit D:
here is the table <3
i also caved and made tumblr
HELP
Jack had heard that the overpass was a great place to scream out all stresses, worries and anxieties. He stood in the fenced in cage screaming out into traffic, his voice getting lost in the noise of moving vehicles, alone. Wind whipping his hair around his ears, and sticking to his cheeks.
He didn’t know how long he could do this.
He didn’t really want to kill himself. Not really. Standing at the edge of the highway just gave him a rush like no other. But he always stayed on the grass while cars just zoomed past him not paying any attention to the boy standing at the edge, backpack slung over his right shoulder - full of nothing that mattered. He even took off his shoes one time.
But always, always, after ten minutes (sometimes fifteen) of standing there he’d get back into his beat up second hand car and drive to Rian’s. Always.
He liked to sit on a bench outside the outlet mall when the weather got cold. He’d sit on a bench outside of a bath and body store, Christmas tunes filing the still air, warm air hitting his cheeks and the sent of pine filling his nose every time walked in or out of the store. It was calming in a weird sort of way.
He could sit there for hours.
Sometimes he’d spend the whole day in bed, only getting up for food runs and washroom breaks. Otherwise, he’d spend the whole day under the covers, TV remote in one hand, cell phone in the other - texting Rian all day. And when Alex would text him, asking him if he wanted to meet up at Starbucks, he’d make some excuse about being busy. When Zack texted him asking him if he’d take his shift for him that night, he’d make something up about having family over. But Rian would just text him about nothing and keep him amused while The Price is Right would play in the background.
The next day he’d go to Rian’s and they’d spend the day in his bed. But instead of texting and The Price is Right, they’d spend the day making out with Rian’s hands shoved up Jack’s shirt.
And then Jack really freaked out. New city, new surroundings, first year nerves and not knowing what to do. All without Rian. Sure, he could text him, and talk to him through other means, but it wasn’t the same. Jack was a mess without him. He didn’t have an overpass or a highway or an outlet mall or a familiar bed. Instead he had a roommate who was a little weird and too much homework. And he was losing a little weight, not that anyone noticed. He was freaking out.
Even though he didn’t tell him, Rian could tell from the tone of his voice, that Jack was just off. After that phone call he called in sick to work and drove four hundred miles.
Rian drove four hundred miles and they spent the day in bed making out lazily and yeah - Jack was okay.