Johnnie Guilbert One Shots!

Cigarettes pt. 3 - Fluff

This one is more just apologies :)

!TW!
- Implied abuse
- Implied name calling
- Crying
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Johnnie:
It's been days since Jake has talked to me. Not even a text. It's been hard on me, and I'm sure it's been hard on him. I miss him. I feel bad about how I treated him.

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As I walked down the hallway to my room I couldn't help but stop and look at Jake's door.

I wanted to talk to him. I needed to talk to him. I just didn't know how to start.

I walked up to the door and hesitated before knocking on the door.

"Who is it?" I heard Jake yell.

"It's Johnnie." I said reluctantly.

There was silence untill I heard rustling and then footsteps twords the door. I backed away as Jake opened the door.

"Hey.." I said.

"Can we talk?" Jake asked sadly.

"I would like that."

Jake moved for me to walk in the room, in which I did. I sat on the bed and watched as he did the same.

He looked at me with an apologetic look, which only made me feel worse. I know he treated me the same, but I can't help but feel this way.

"Jake, I'm sorr-"

"No I'm sorry. I'm sorry for how I treated you, I'm sorry for the things I called you. I don't believe your a slut or anything like that. I'm sorry that I was so aggressive. I should have never hurt you. You should never hurt the ones you love. And I love you Johnnie. You bring out the real me. You make me happy. I'm sorry if I ever made it seem like you don't."

Once Jake was finished talking there was silence for a bit. I didn't know what to say. I wanted to cry, tell him that it was ok, apologize, and tell him I love him. But I stayed silent. I wanted to process his words before acting.

After a minute or two I looked at him and smiled. His head was down and I saw tears falling down his face. I placed my hand on his cheek and guided his face to look at me. When we made eye contact I could see that he really meant it. He meant all of what he said, including the love part.

I pulled him onto a gentle kiss, wiping his tears with my thumb. We both pulled away and smiled at each other.

"I'm sorry too, and I love you." Is all I said before I pulled him into a hug. He held me tightly, and I returned the grasp.

"I want to start over. With our relationship at least. No worrying about the past." I explained, never letting go of him.

"I like that plan."

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At the end of the day Jake and I met back at his room. We got changed, Jake insisting I wore some of his pajamas. I wore No Name™ pajama pants and one of his hoodies. He wore red plaid pajama pants and a black tank top.

He laid down first, getting comfortable before inviting me in with open arms. I crawled on the bed and into his arms, immediately loving the warmth of his grasp.

We settled with me halfway ontop of him and his arms around me, slowly drifting off to sleep.

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Hey yall! Sorry this is so short, but I really needed to get it out and finished. I hope you enjoyed because this will be the last part. I will be making more storys with violence and emotion and shit bc I like intense storys, and the people who read this probably do to. I already have one in mind 😈

Anyway, if you enjoyed leave a star and a comment! I love reading your feedback!

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8/2/24
(10 days before I leave)