The Story Of Us(JImmyxTommy)

What's All This?

A/N: I'm soooo sorry for not being active and not updating for a while. It took forever to write this and if u want me to keep updating pls ask me to coz that's the only inspo for me🥺 Anyways..enjoy!

After my crying session, we talked for some more time. Mostly it was me. Jimmy didn't look normal and had a blank expression all the time. I don't know if it's because of my recount or one of his problems bothering him but seeing him like a deadpan feels rather uneasy. Since he is not a person who usually wears an expression like this. Only when he's confronting something distressing. And that's...very rare.

I wanted to ask him about this place and his job and everything about him. I want to know EVERYTHING. Including that one person who i assumed as his manager. But Jimmy didn't seem to be in the mood.

His name's...Toy?..Yes. That person. But..managers don't live in the same place with their boss, do they? There must be something between them. They look close to an extent.....and that hurts me... What if he's closer than me to Jimmy? What if he's more important than me for him now?....

It...can't be..right?...He...he still loves me right?...

Does he?..

I was snapped from my train of thoughts when i felt a shift on the bed. I closed my eyes. For no reason. I waited for some time, unconsciously listening to some soft steps brushing the floor. When i was about to open my eyes, i felt a hand caressing my forehead. Brushing my hair.

I had to restrain myself from smiling. He always did that when we stayed together in our dorm. Maybe he was thinking that i've fallen asleep. But in fact, i never fell asleep earlier than him. I know he always stares at me til he falls asleep. I know that he caresses my hair like this and that he kisses my forehead. There were even a few times when...he stole kisses from me. Making me a fluttering mess while pretending to be asleep. It was pretty hard to act like a fool who doesn't know anything the next day.

I can hear his steps fading away. The strange thing is...there wasn't a movement on the bed. So..he's walking away?..Out of the room?

I sneakily opened my eyes and peeked, which i saw him in front of his wardrobe. As i was only half-opening my eyes, i didn't see what's inside but i'm sure that it's the one that i was curious about. Now that just added double amount of curiosity in my head.

He closed it and got out, carefully closed the door that it didn't even make a sound. It maybe because he didn't want to wake me up but..why do i feel like he's doing something without the want of me being acknowledged.

Unable to stay still, i sat up and walked to the door and opened it like an inch or two as i didn't want to be caught peeping out. Wait. Why am i even afraid of being caught? I'm not a little thief.

I squinted my eyes to see something more than just lanky shapes moving around. And i could make it. From my room, i mean Jimmy's, i can see the living room downstairs through the staircase railings. He was holding something but that something was a total blur. Oh. My poor-sighted eyes. I made a mental note that i really need my glasses kept in the drawer in my apartment.

Wait...he's going outside? At midnight? And what's with that guy following him again?

With quite confusion, i barely noticed a shadow coming up the stairs. Only when i saw a glimpse of a pair of feet, i stepped back and immediately ran tip-toeing to the bed and slid under the covers, as if a disoriented kid running for his sake after stealing cookies. That kid was me actually. An incongruous thought flashed in my mind.

I miss mom's cookies...

Not letting the bit of nostalgia lead to grief, I pushed back the thought and got my focus back to present.