𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐦𝐬 || Jameson Hawthorne

wait for your love (always)

༄ "𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓?" Avery asked me while putting on an outfit for the football game tonight.

"Duh, i'm a cowboys fan." Even though I knew nothing about football; Jameson was the first to call me out on that.

"You're smiling again," Avery pointed out.

"No." I covered my cheeks, but all that did was solidify Avery's suspicions. So maybe the mention of Jameson made me blush. "Don't look at me like that."

"Whatever you say," Avery said through a smirk. She walked into her closet, and I heard ruffling noises for a few seconds before she came out with an outfit. "What about this?"

"I have my own clothes."

"But, if you wear mine you won't have to go home. Then we could ride over there together?" Avery's eyes glimmered with hope, but a sinking feeling rose in my stomach at her words. She noticed. "What?"

"I just— I don't usually have friends." Kill me now. "This is all kind of weird for me. It was always just me and Emily— and the Hawthorne's— but that's really it."

Avery walked closer to me and took her hands in mine. "I don't wanna pressure you, but I think we'd be good friends." She squeezed tight. "Besides, who else can I make fun of the Hawthorne's with?"

I cracked a small smile. "Particularly Grayson."
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"Look at you," Jameson said, eyeing me up and down. "You look very pretty."

Avery got into the car, leaving me and Jameson alone. I scrunched my nose. "Stop with the compliments. It's weird."

"Why? I think it's very therapeutic." Jameson tucked a stray hair behind my ear, and I only hoped he couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating.

It's hard to explain what me and Jameson were doing. We were friends— again— but it always felt like more. We'd kissed when Emily was alive during truth or dare, and I just don't know if I can classify that as romance.

Oh my God. I'm so lame.

But we were hanging out constantly. More than before. Than ever. And I don't know if I could stop that, because as much as i'm trying to keep mine and rebecca's pact, It's hard.

It's hard to keep Emily out of my head, when all she wants to do is creep back in.

"Where'd your mind go?" Jameson ran his hand through my hair. "Lizzieeeee."

"Nowhere," I lied. "Should we go?"

Jamesons face fell flat for a second before he said, "After you." He removed his hand from my hair and opened the car door for me.

Go Cowboys, I guess.
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"There you guys are!" Jameson tugged my hand forward into the box seats Avery had secured for all of us. Well, she owned one of the football teams, so she didn't have to secure us anything.

Grayson and Avery were (awkwardly) sitting beside each other and staring out to the football field. She never told me what had been going on with Grayson and her, but I knew I needed to find out.

"Sit." Jameson pulled out one of the chairs at the counter for me to sit at. The game had just started, and i'd be lying if I said being this high up didn't give me motion sickness.

It was eerily quiet in the room.

Jameson sat down next to me and dropped his hand from mine. My hand felt bare without his touch, but I didn't say anything about it.

"So," Jameson said, "you a big Cowboys fan?"

"On occasion." My eyes stayed fixed on the field ahead as I watch the game unfold in front of me. Jameson Winchester Hawthorne was not going to make me crumble.

"Right, well, I talked to Avery about the whole Toby is Harry thing that we found out about yesterday—" also when we almost kissed, "and I think we have a lead."

"You and Avery?" I asked.

Jameson furrowed his eyebrows at me. "Are you being serious right now?" he shook his head. "Lizzie, this is getting ridiculous."

"I don't—"

The sound of an explosion rang through the air and into my ears, and within seconds I was holding a hand to my heart. I don't know what it was, but something about the noise had caused a sharp pain in my chest.

My condition.

I saw Avery on the ground next to me, and Grayson was quick to aid her and tell her it was going to be okay. But right now, I didn't feel okay. I felt that familiar ache and pain.

My condition.

"Hey." Jamesons voice was like honey to my ears. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, desperate to make him understand. "No— i-it's n-n-not—"

"Lizzie, what's going on?" Jameson looked toward Grayson and Avery. "Do you know what's wrong with her?"

"It might be her condition." Grayson actually sounded concerned. "Liz, what are you feeling?"

"Um, chest.. uh—" It hurts to fucking breathe!

"I thought you said that was better." Jameson was now panicking. "That this was better." He put his hand on my chest. "Please tell me it's better."

"Jameson, relax." Grayson pulled Avery off the floor and back into her seat. "I'm going to get you water, i'll be right back, okay?" Avery nodded and Grayson walked out of the room and down the stairs.

His footsteps faded. Jameson rubbed my jaw with his thumb. "Are you—"

"She's good," Avery cut in. "In fact, now that I think about it, i'm pretty hungry. Want to get some food?" In other words, we need to talk about Hawthorne boys.

"Yes." I moved myself out of Jamesons grip, ignoring the small frown on his face. I was pushing him away while he pulled, for reasons I couldn't explain.

"See you around, Lizzie." But before I could respond, Avery was dragging me down the stairs, his voice becoming a distant memory.
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a/n:

FIRST CHAPTER DONE WOOOO.

ALSO WE CANT BE FRIENDS IS MY LIFELINE RN ariana deserves all the grammys and more for that masterpiece. it's soooo lizzie and jameson but ya you might be a little frustrated with Lizzie this act :00 okay byeeeee