It's A Long Way Home, My Dear《A Tofuudiger FF》

cry night [chapter 5]

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》Zack's P.O.V.《

Not being able to see the man you love everyday is harsh. Skype and Teamspeak are always great options, but sometimes the feeling of a warm body next to you, holding you tightly, while they tell you that you love them is better.

Much better.

It was currently 7:09pm where I lived, as it was where Joe lived as well. I had already eaten dinner, or as much dinner as my small body could manage, and was quick enough to be in my pajama's, waiting at my computer screen, for Joe to skype call me. I grabbed the nearest blanket to me, and wrapped myself up. My mother always refused to shut the air conditioning off.

It was so cold. If only Joe were here to cuddle me.

I missed Joe, but I knew there was nothing I could do about it, so I just accepted the fact that I missed him, and he missed me.

. . .

It had felt like hours since I had sat down at my computer chair, but in reality, it had only been twenty minutes. Joe's call was no where to be heard or seen.

Was everything okay?

I usually waited for him to call me, because he was usually busier than I always was, but I decided to call him anyway.

(Skype call noises)

No answer.

It was unlike Joe to deny, or not pick up one of my calls. I was all ready to tell him about my day, and how he mentally gave me the confidence to somewhat stick up for myself infront of Mark. But he never answered.

I must have called seven times.

Finally, after a long time of trying to reach my man, he picked up, but didn't speak. "Joe? Babe? Are you alright?" I asked, somewhat terrified that Joe was hurting.

He sniffled from the other end of the call. "A-ayy Poke.." He chucked wimply, his voice cracking and shaking more than it ever did.

My baby was hurting and I couldn't help him.

"Joe, what's wrong. You need to tell me." I said to him sternly, he knew I was serious, I hated seeing him cry.

Joe looked down at what seemed to be his hands, but I couldn't tell, it was out of my webcam view. "My..." He paused and hiccupped, trying to catch his already unsteady breath. "My Mum, just gave me a real- (hic) -ly h-hard night... (hic)"

Joe and his Mum were usually pretty close, but at times she put a lot of stress on him, and there were times that he could no longer take it anymore, and he just broke down into a million sobs and huffs.

I wanted to comfort him so bad right now.

"C'mon Joe, babe, my love... I know things may be hard right now, but you need to stop, and listen to me." I told him. "This will pass, and you know it, you just have to believe it will."

Joe slowly looked up to the webcam, although his eyes werent quite focused in the dead center. He seemed to be looking down a bit, probably watching my webcam video. "I know... (hic) B-but, in the meanti-(hic)-me, I really need to get some sl-sleep Zack..." He sniffled and qiped his eyes, making them dry once again.

His beautiful eyes were bloodshot, and tired, from crying. Big, black bags were hovering underneath his eyes, and it killed me to think he was upset.

"Uhh, alright Joe. Feel better my love, text me if you need to, alright?" He nodded, and I smiled gently at him.  "I love you, goodnight Joe." I said, as I plasted a gentle smile on my face, and pretended to blow him a kiss. He returned the actions to me, and with that, the skype call ended. I never got to tell him about my day.

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I made my way into the bathroom, where I carefully stripped out of my clothes, which were typically small. I cranked the shower onto a high temperature and waited as the water quickly started to warm on the palm of my hand.

Slowly I stepped in and let the water pour down onto my smooth skin. I took my time, trying to relax myself before I went to bed.

I lathered the shampoo through my thick, brown hair, and allowed the soap to gently run down my toned body, in which I was not ashamed of. When I thought of Joe.

The way Joe would lay beside me in bed, and gently stroke my sides, or lay his head on my chest. He would make sure that I always shaved my face before we kissed, because he said he liked it better when I did, I agreed.

I snapped out of my daydream when I heard my Mum bellowing and pounding her fists on the bathroom door; so much for my relaxation time alone. "Zack! Get out of the shower! You are wasting all of the hot water!"

Of course I was, I swear even when I was on the computer, I was wasting the god damn hot water.

Oh, how things would be so much easier if I could live with Joe instead.

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Hullo everyone ((: I'm so so sorry for never updating this story! I think this chapter is cute though!

-Hannah May