This is life.

82 ➤ Spreading happiness with a knife on the bread of life

---the tittle of this chapter wasn't intended to rhyme but it does and now I'm fucking dying omg HAHAHA it was meant to be funny but now it's hilarious AF---
(Don't judge me lol I wrote some of this past midnight so I have the right to seem a bit crazy)

Britney Patterson+

"Hey the weekend is coming up." I poke Jason's arm. He continues to type away on his computer, his eyes never leaving the large screen. "Yes, I know. It comes every week." He mutters. "I think I want to visit Chanel." "You mean you want to go to London?" "I think that she'd appreciate me coming to her in person. You know that she can't leave until some time in December." I remind him. "If you go and see her she's going to expect you to keep on going back every time she calls for you. She'll form an attachment."

"And if I don't go, she'll be sad and think that she doesn't have any friends." "Do you feel guilty? Is that the reason why you're so keen?" He accuses. "Britney you've done nothing wrong. You don't have an obligation to comfort her, even if she needs it." "But I want to." I insist. "Fine." He doesn't bother putting up any more of a fight and I walk over to stand behind his chair.

"Would you like for me to come with you?" "You have to focus on work, though." I bring my arms around his neck and rest my chin on top of his head. "I just thought I'd mention it to you to let you know and have your input." "Well I have to admit, I miss travelling." I hear him say. I remember that ever since what's happened he hasn't travelled at all. Which is surprising because I remember him travelling at least twice a month when we were together. Perhaps his business isn't doing too well. I hope that it is. Then again, happiness is what's important. He seems to voluntarily suggest the idea. "Come if you want." "I'd miss you." "I'll only be gone for two days. You can live without me."

As I let go of him I begin to walk away but he takes hold my wrist and I shake his grip off. "Oh god, I'm sorry." He realises. "It's okay. Just don't touch me like that." He opens his arms and hugs me breifly before I leave the room. "I would ask for you to walk me out but you're probably still tired from yesterday." He looks down to his knee for a moment and back up to me. "You're leaving?" "I've got to boot, Jason. I have assignments to do for my classes." "Do you have your work here?" Jason asks. "Yeah in my bag. I didn't bother to go home after uni I just came over." "Just work here. Maybe even sleep over if you want." He encourages. His small pout is enough to make me laugh. "Fine. If I'm late for work tomorrow I swear I'm going to kill you."

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As we get off of the private jet I begin to yawn. "I'm so tired." I wait for Jason to come down to short flight of steps before he reachs the ground. I notice him leaning further into his crutches in exhaustion. "So am I. What time is it?" I turn on my phone to see that it is currently read 6:04am. "I think London is four hours ahead...if I'm right it should be about 9am." I tell him. "I'm sure it's 5 hours ahead. So probably 10am." He corrects me. "Let's get a cab, quick." I urge. "Just give me a moment to call the hotel to tell them that we've arrived and they can come to pick us up." "No they'll take too long, let's just get a cab." I whine to him.

As our suitcases are handed to us by his staff, they tell us goodbye with a wide smile followed by a wave. I take Jason's luggage for him since both of his hands are busy. My shoes make plenty of noise and I have to constantly remind myself to slow down and let Jason catch up to me. Lately, walking at a fast pace has become a habit. "I love my shoes, by the way. Thank you." I thank him, as I've done before. "It's been over a month. It was nothing, you really need to stop thanking me every time you wear them." "Real diamonds, Jason. I think you need to realise how big of a gesture this is. When it's your birthday I'll be sure to get you something you'll enjoy." I hint. He doesn't comment on my words because he takes note of peoplle beginning to take photos of us. Their attempt to be discreet is really pointless considering they didn't bother turning off their flash. "Ignore, ignore, ignore." I repeat. He rolls his eyes and continues to follow me until we're finally at the front of the crowded and busy airport. The air is fresh and relaxing. I see a cab driver leaning against his car with a cigarette in his hand. "Hi are you waiting for someone?" I ask politely.