Jackson Storm x reader 💙🖤

Oh.

By now it was a little past noon, the trailer had just pulled into Storm's driveway and you could just see the house through the trees. It was a surprisingly quaint house, well from the outside at least. The house had been in Storm's family for quite a while and used to be nothing more than a rundown farmhouse out in the woods, but once Storm inherited it all that had gone out the window.

The exterior looked the same as it did fifty years ago, but the inside had been completely redone. The basement had been turned into a "small" apartment that was home to quite a few people over the years and was currently home to you. However the rest was some ultra modern blue and black hellscape. That's how Storm liked it, and honestly, it's kind of grown on you too. Despite all that you still "bully" him for his horrible taste in home décor. Really, the inside of the place looks like something you'd find in an overwhelmingly overpriced apartment in New York or something.

As you pulled further into the driveway Storm looked out the window above the small dining table and sighed "Oh for the love of god, I knew we should have rented some place instead." He said, still focused on whatever was outside.

"What?" You questioned, wondering what he could be looking at. He motioned for you to come over and see for yourself. As you walked over he pointed to a little purple car parked right in front of the house. At first you didn't recognize it, but then you saw the two figures on the porch. It was Chase Racelott and Danny Swervez, two of the other next gen's and two of Storm's best friends. "Oh. Why are they here?" You asked, now standing on the opposite side of the table as Storm.

Storm sat down in one of the chairs at the table and crossed his arms. "They're probably trying to check on me or something. I'd say Chase made Danny drive him here, why does he have to be so worried all the time?" He huffed, staring at the ground.

Something wasn't right. You'd known Storm for ages now, you could tell when he was trying to hide something, and he was. Problem is you don't know what, but you had your suspicions "Huh, well if they wanted to check up on you they could have just called, right?"

Then Storm mumbled something under his breath and looked to the side. He really was bad at lying. He basically told on himself, like a dog who did something he knew he wasn't supposed to.

"What was that?" You asked putting your hands on your hips leaning in a little closer so you could hear him mumbling.

"They did." He quietly admitted, still refusing to look at you.

Are you fucking serious? You put your head in your hands and sighed. "Really Jackson? Are you kidding me? They are your friends, they're worried about you! Did you at least let them know you were ok?"

He wouldn't answer you, or even look at you. He just crossed his arms a little tighter and clutched onto them for dear life. He went from the dog telling on himself to the scared puppy in a matter of seconds. Shit. You thought to yourself, you could tell he had softened up a bit, but not this much.

You walked over to him and pulled out the chair beside him to sit on. "Storm" You said hoping he would finally look at you "Storm, look at me." But to your dismay, he still looked the other way. So, you did the only thing you could think to do to get him to look at you. As gently as you possibly could, you reached out, put a hand under his chin and slowly turned his head so he was facing you. To your surprise, he followed the guide of your hand and finally looked at you.

His face was beet red, he looked like he was on the verge of tears. God what had you done, you didn't mean to do this to him. Seeing him like this and knowing it was your fault unlocked a new kind of pain for you. The way it made your heart ache was indescribable, you felt like complete shit. It wasn't even that bad, what you said wasn't that bad, but just by looking in his eyes you could tell it had really hurt him.