It Doesn't Matter Anymore (Tim x Jay "Jam") Marble Hornets

Entry #1: Stress

(Before we begin, I made a Jam playlist on my Spotify! I have fallen in love with it tbh- Link in my Bio!)

Tim was angry. He was more than angry and it showed. Albeit slightly misplaced, his anger was valid. No amount of pills was gonna erase the fact that Jay had been lying to him for months, years even, about what they were doing. He was getting better...

    No. They both knew he wasn't no matter how much he wished he was. Tim was unstable, but Jay was a liar, and that was arguably worse. He never wanted to be dragged back into this, he just wanted to live for once outside of doctor's offices and ward socks. He wanted to be able to enjoy walking outside without his pockets being stuffed with those damned orange bottles, every step shaking like a bag of rocks. He can't do that now. He can't live normally anymore.

Tim pulled into the parking lot where he had called Jay to meet him a little while ago. He sat there, hands gripping the steering wheel until the cheap faux leather began to creak. Tim was angry, so when he watched Jay's car pull into an empty stop a few spaces down, the anger in his chest had nowhere left to go but up. He opened his car door, not even bothering to close it as he approached Jay, his anger boiling over. Tim chose to direct this anger through his fist as he slammed it into Jay's jaw, a dull crack echoing from it.

"A student film, you lying piece of-!"

Another punch, to the stomach this time, effectively toppling Jay over. Jay sputtered and coughed, slumping down as his camera went with him. Tim backed up and began pacing back and forth, running his hands through his hair with a tired, breathy chuckle, his voice loud and strained.

"So after our little field trip, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something funny about you. So, I do a search for Marble Hornets and you wanna know what I find?"

Jay stood up with a grunt, using his car as support as his brain scattered in several directions. When Tim had asked to meet him, this was not at all what he expected to hear. Tim didn't understand how paranoid he was about all of this. He put a hand over his cheek and shouted back, desperately trying to get Tim to listen to him.

"I was gonna tell you tonight, Tim, I swear!"

"Oh, tonight? Tonight?! Not last week when you drive me up to that hospital to chase after whoever that guy was, huh?!"

Tim shoved Jay back into the car as he tried stepping forward, the force knocking the breath out of him as he was forced to stare the man in the face.

"Not three months ago whenever you followed me outside my own doctor's office?!"

"I had to be sure I could trust you! If you'd seen the entries can you blame me?"

It was a weak argument, they both knew, but it was all Jay had at this point having to think on the fly to stop Tim from slugging him in the jaw again.

"There's a lot of things I could blame you for right now, Jay."

Both of them took a second, panting as they tried to regain a sense of control over the very quickly escalating argument. It didn't need to get bloody. Jay's lip twitched.

"What was I supposed to do, just walk up and ask you about it?"

Tim cleared his throat with a painful realization settling on his tongue.

"So much from the last few years makes so much sense now... I was feeling fine. I was getting better and then-"

Tim began coughing harshly, holding his stomach as Jay starred with a guilty type of hatred. A part of Jay wanted to ask if Tim was ok, to hold the hair from his face and get him some water so he would calm down... But Jay knew better than to soften up right now. Hell only knows how Tim would react to pity. Tim straightened up again.