The sobbing was loud... maybe it was just your mind amplifying the sounds as you cried alongside him. You both embrace in a long, warm hug as he grips the back of your (F/C) jacket, pulling you close. For a 4th grader, he was strong, and the need to keep you close just fueled this strength.
"No, You-you CANT just LEAVE! You cant leave ME!"
You gently run your fingers through his messed-up brown hair, holding him close, trying your best to comfort him... Well, As much as an 11 year old can comfort.
"I can't stay...They're taking me somewhere new; I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..."
Between the sobs, he begins to cough from his hitching breath, thankfully turning away from you so as not to spray you with his saliva. You guide him gently away from you by his shoulders, kneeling down, getting to his eye level. Your misty (E/C) eyes meet his bloodshot, Muddy brown-green ones before he harshly rubs the corners of his eyes, adverting his gaze as he nervously bites down on his tongue.
He was shaking hard... You've never seen him shake like this before when it wasn't related to his blood sugar, and it scared you.
"Hey, Look at me...Ok?"
He sniffles, leading his sights to your face, noting your equally red, wet cheeks.
He lows his shakes for a second, reaching out to wipe away the tears... Once again, putting you before himself, breaking your heart even further.
"Th-Things will be ok? Ok? We... We can call, and Video call and... Write..."
You finally gave in, the weight of the situation pushing down on you with all its force, and you pulled him once again into another hug.
"(Y/N)! Time to go! The plane is taking off soon!"
You reluctantly pull away, his grip still firm on your sleeves. Despite his protests, you pry him off you, slipping out of your jacket and placing it around his shoulders.
"Here...To remember me, in case anything happens... I promise we'll meet again someday..."
Now frozen, haven expelled all his tears, you take the chance to plant a small, sisterly kiss on the top of his head before hurriedly walking towards your mother. Head hung low to not look back...
17 years... That was 17 years ago. Where did the time go?
It feels like only yesterday you were ripped from your home to relocate to the other side of the country, then you were traveling the world for your college years, then getting your first book deal, to now...
It honestly gives you mental whiplash on just how abruptly everything happened in the complete scheme of time.
You saw all there was to see, traveled all the countries to travel to, met all the people to meet, and rode planes to ride. You did, however, find solace and stability in a new friend!
You had struck up a conversation in a comedy club after he did his set for the night. After some small talk, you two realize that you grew up basically on the same street! This was your chance! He was talking about how much he misses the old place and how he wishes to return to his roots... Mentioning about wanting to move back in a few months.
Here it was, your one-way ticket out from the constant relocation and stress!
That night, you both exchanged numbers and decided to return to the town together; he could help you with the costs of the ride and moving trailers, and you could help him unpack!
Having Muscular Dystrophy is not easy, and he could use the help.
That's perfectly fine with you! It just gives you an excuse to talk and hang out with him more.
Those last 4 months of waiting were torture, but you at least had Jimmy to keep you company! He was hilarious and sweet, you couldn't ask for a better friend and travel buddy. But when the day arrived, you were over the moon! Time to finally come back home, to the place you belong.
To South Park.
You were then stuck in the bustling airport. Your eyes droop with their sleep, head craning forward gently before snapping back awake again.
Still lightly groggy from the early morning, you lean back into the black pleather seat you had taken, tempted to fall asleep once again before a figure plops down beside you.
"Hey, (N/N)! H-how are you hol.... How are you holdi... how are.."
A small smile spreads across your face, looking at the man on crutches occupying the space beside you as he struggles to fully complete his sentence before he huffs and changes it up.
"-How are you doing?"
You grin at him, beaming with a drowsy sweetness.
"Hey, Slim Jim, yeah, I'm great! Just sleepy..."
"Oh, I Def-Definitely noticed that! You know you have your shirt on b-backward, right?"
Your face immediately drops as you hurriedly glance at your shirt before smirking and rolling your eyes.
Looking back up to a smug comedian trying his damndest to hold back a laugh. You could tell he was tired, too; he only psychologically messes/jokes with people when he doesn't get enough sleep.
A small snort escapes you as you take a playful swat at his shoulder.
"You Asshat, don't freak me out like that!"
He recoils dramatically, holding his arm... Not even in the place you 'hit'.
"YOU'RE the asshat here, (Y/N)! How could you hit me? Me?! Your bestest and only friend??" He looks towards you with sad eyes before wiping away nonexistent tears
"...And even after I had gotten you a (F/FL) Muffin and a (F/D)!"
You look over, and sure enough, it is on the chair beside him.
"Well, if that's the case, then..." You lean onto his shoulder, a sorry expression painted across your facial features
"I'm sorrry...Can you forgive meeee?"
a soft warmth crosses his face before looking away from you with a light-hearted scoff, grabbing the items from his side.
"Alright! Alright, fine- Just don't look at me like that, you're s-so pitiful."
You lean back up, taking the small brown bag and cup from his hands with a dumb smile.
"Thank you, Jimmyyy~"
You open up the bag to fish out the muffin
"Yeah, Yeah, of course, (Y/N)." he reaches under the seat, sliding his backpack out, and slinging it up onto his lap. Unzipping the top and shuffling through his items.
"...And I have friends, you know?" You add after taking a bite of your breakfast.
"Hm?"
"You said you were my "Only Friend", but I have friends-"
"Y-Yeah, but are they your BEST fr-friend?"
You pause for a tick before giving him an acknowledging nod.
"Yeah, guess you got me there..."
After eating, checking your pockets and backpack, and adding the scraps of paper, wrappers, and tissues to the takeout bag, stand up. You move Infront of him, holding out a hand for his trash as well. He takes the opportunity to be a smartass and shake your hand it before actually handing you the garbage. You scrunch your nose at him, glaring like he just did something obscenely offensive, before walking off to the nearest trashcan.
crumpling up the bags into a ball, you drop them into the trashcan with a flick of the wrist.
As you turned to make your way back, you hear a beep from the intercoms. a young man announces over the speakers:
"American Airlines Flight 506 is now inviting passengers with small children and any passengers requiring special assistance to begin boarding."
This was your queue. Since you were flying with Jimmy, you got to board early!
Nice.
You swiftly make your way back to him, smiling upon seeing he's already got his bag together and is now zipping yours up, too. You smile and offer assistance. He shakes his head and gets up with little struggle, smiling thoughtfully at your actions.
"Get your bags, don't worry about me; I've done this more than once."
And with that, you start to board; just as soon as the rain starts to come down, the splattering sounds against the large glass windows start to become noticeable... Hopefully, it doesn't snow on the runway while you're coming home.
You can't bear another minute away.
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Trust In Me (Scott Malkinson X Reader)
Fanfiction"17 years... It's been 17 years. Where did the time go?" After living it up in your college years, you decide to re-buy your childhood home in South Park, Reconnecting with friends you haven't talked to in forever. But one of them won't be so willi...
