Only Us (Justin Fields)

|17| Angel of Mine

Jillian

I had recently learned that it was Justin's birthday was tomorrow and decided that the least I could do was make him something. After all he has done for me I don't know what I could do that could show him how much he means to me. How much the last two months has actually changed me. He saved my life and that was just the beginning of our relationship.

What do you get someone like that? The Nobel peace prize? I was at a loss. And to think I thought I was so creative and kind.

As I sit in my room and ponder I start to think. Everything he has gifted me was opportunities. Chances to grow, to find myself. And there isn't much out there that is better than that. So whatever I get for him, it needs to carry the weight of the world.

I decide to do something cheap and cheesy but something I believe he would enjoy. He's the sentimental type and there's a lot of thought that goes into this. I make it to Michael's and pick up what I need. It takes a few hours to finish but I liked the result.

Justin had practice today but he lets me know when he's done and I head on over. When I get to his place I see gifts lined up in the living room. His family came through yesterday and surprisingly enough they were asking about me. Unfortunately yesterday was pretty rough so I didn't get to see them, but maybe I can catch them next time.

"Just the person I wanted to see" he starts as I sit down.

"Sure" I laugh.

"I'm serious. I feel like I haven't seen you in a while" he claims.

"It's been a few days. How are you" I question.

"I'm good now" he smiles.

Such a cheese ball.

I dig in my pocket and feel his gift in there. After seeing what everyone else got him now I was a little self conscious.

"What are you thinking about" he accuses. Already knowing what I was going to say probably.

"You got a lot of cool gifts huh" I ask.

"Yeah. But I'm sure whatever you're playing with in your pocket will be my favorite" he smirks. It's like he reads my mind sometimes.

I pull out a silver, black, and red bracelet I was able to make from some string. I keep seeing these really cool videos on YouTube on how to make friendship bracelets. I never had a friend before, so I never had a reason to make one. But I figured since he is my first true friend, this would be kind of cool. I even put two beads on there for him. It was the school colors and he liked red so I figured...

"Is that a friendship bracelet" he gasps.

"Yeah, it is" I confess.

"Holy shit that's so cool! And you made it" he questions.

"By hand" I assure him.

Before I can even further explain myself he pulls the bracelet out of my hand. He puts it on and holds up his wrist to show me.

"Oy" he says pointing to the beads I put on there making me giggle.

"It's an acronym. O and Y. It means only you. I realized that I didn't hate this world anymore and I wanted to be a part of it. But it was a realization I didn't make on my own. Because part of me still hates waking up, having fruitless conversations and turning a blind eye to issues that matter. But I still want to be here because I have you. And it's only you that makes me smile. Only you that understands me. And only you who can wear that bracelet" I explain.

He smiles big as he softly runs his finger over the string. "This is everything I wanted. Thank you" he says softly. Usually he has a teasing tone to him but this... this was sincere.