this is not a love story [homestuck]
this is not a love story
author: crown_celestial
word count: 387
summary: you don't tell him you like him. [one-sided!Mom/Jake, Mom/Jane, hints of Mom/Bro]
You don't tell him that you like him.
Instead you smile and drain that glass of alcohol, the burning sensation familiar to your throat, as you swallow yet another unspoken confession of love.
Sometimes it's not fair, you think, in moments of lucidity, because you love Jane so utterly that you cannot even begin to fathom the idea of loving anybody else as much. Jane is your best friend foreveeeer, times infinity and a hundred more. You are standing by her side, come hell or high water or controlling alien sea witches, and you will be there until the end of the world. Even past that, of course.
But Jake is nice and funny and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and he's not condescending or mean or cold and you don't get into stupid mind fights with him and this is not about that other boy who you don't love. This is about Jake, Jake English, and how he's won your heart and Jane's without even trying, and you know the moment Jane babbled about his silly movies and that Indiana Jones rabbit, Jane was already head-over-heels.
And you can't bear to ever burst her bubble. You love her, for goodness' sake.
But you like him too; you adore him so helplessly that it makes you sick inside. You drink so much wine before talking to him because the idea of chatting with him sober scares the fuck out of you; at least, if you say something stupid or irreparable, you can always blame it on the alcohol.
Sometimes you joke about liking him, just to see her reaction. Jane is customarily dismissive, and sometimes so are you. What are your feelings, after all? You know Jane likes him and Jake most definitely would like her back, so what was the point of all this discussion?
It doesn't stop you from hoping though; stupid, irrational hopes that are doomed to be dashed to the ground. And the idea of him liking you back is always followed by the shadow of hurting Jane, and it makes that pleasant dream into a hazy nightmare, every single time.
So you make that choice every day, and swallow that bitter pill. You don't tell him you like him, because Jane is worth the heartache. You have decided that a long time ago.
author: crown_celestial
word count: 387
summary: you don't tell him you like him. [one-sided!Mom/Jake, Mom/Jane, hints of Mom/Bro]
You don't tell him that you like him.
Instead you smile and drain that glass of alcohol, the burning sensation familiar to your throat, as you swallow yet another unspoken confession of love.
Sometimes it's not fair, you think, in moments of lucidity, because you love Jane so utterly that you cannot even begin to fathom the idea of loving anybody else as much. Jane is your best friend foreveeeer, times infinity and a hundred more. You are standing by her side, come hell or high water or controlling alien sea witches, and you will be there until the end of the world. Even past that, of course.
But Jake is nice and funny and absolutely drop dead gorgeous, and he's not condescending or mean or cold and you don't get into stupid mind fights with him and this is not about that other boy who you don't love. This is about Jake, Jake English, and how he's won your heart and Jane's without even trying, and you know the moment Jane babbled about his silly movies and that Indiana Jones rabbit, Jane was already head-over-heels.
And you can't bear to ever burst her bubble. You love her, for goodness' sake.
But you like him too; you adore him so helplessly that it makes you sick inside. You drink so much wine before talking to him because the idea of chatting with him sober scares the fuck out of you; at least, if you say something stupid or irreparable, you can always blame it on the alcohol.
Sometimes you joke about liking him, just to see her reaction. Jane is customarily dismissive, and sometimes so are you. What are your feelings, after all? You know Jane likes him and Jake most definitely would like her back, so what was the point of all this discussion?
It doesn't stop you from hoping though; stupid, irrational hopes that are doomed to be dashed to the ground. And the idea of him liking you back is always followed by the shadow of hurting Jane, and it makes that pleasant dream into a hazy nightmare, every single time.
So you make that choice every day, and swallow that bitter pill. You don't tell him you like him, because Jane is worth the heartache. You have decided that a long time ago.