working with jace {jace norman}

Chapter 27

Jace had been released from the hospital for about a week now. But the bland life I'm living is leveraged by my parents leaving for my old home country in a matter of hours. Trapping me into them for the past six days.

Although I was granted the next week off to help adjust to my new settings, I had been continuously working on set. Helping out around back stage in the majority of the time, not having many scene to be able to shoot without Jace.

My days had turned into gloomy wasted hours. Minutes drag by without the teasing id get from my boyfriend. Or the smile that sometimes showed though. The past week had been straight from work to school to home every day, without even a glance down jaces block as i walk by.

I consume an underused smile as I pull my dirty sweatshirt over my head, looping my fingers around my black duffle bag handles, filled with clothes to wear for the next week or so. Today was the start of the four weeks of my parents being gone.

My slippers scuff on the wooden stairs on my way down, making it known to my mom, as she stands behind the couch with her back to me, that I was present.
She turns around, grabbing her suitcase handle next to her as she does so,
"Ready?"

My eyes stiff with sleep, I squint into a nod. The early morning of four oclock consuming me. But it was insistant that i were to be dropped off by my parents, as one last goodbye.

I shove my bag below, by my feet as the rest of us get settled into the car. Slowly I scroll through the brightly lit sceen reading, Instagram

I was well past a quarter of a million. And the hate was sparsely thrown recently. But my messages fled with the same question,

Was jace okay.

I had been trying my best to keep up in replying to them, letting his worried fans know that it wasn't as big as it seemed.

My phone falls to the ground, I search around with my fingers in the depths of the dark car. I find it, scrambling to put in the mesh pocket of my bag as we pull into the driveway.

We said our goodbyes, my parents having no time to come with me and help settle me in.

My bag dangling off my shoulder, I place three whimpy knocks within the quiet neighborhood.

"Hi Emily" she sighs into the early morning. The door being open to step through as she leans out the door, waving to my parents as they begin to leave.

"Jace is asleep, but you're welcome to make yourself comfortable in the living room, food is in the kitchen. "

"I think I'm gonna catch up on some sleep actually"

"Alright hun, you need some help with your bag?"

I start up the steps,
"I got it, thanks mrs. norman"

I make my way into the darkness of the familiar halls, one that I haven't walked down in a while.

I find the guest room, feeling around for the doorknob as I turn on the light inside and shut the door.

I settle my stuff, putting my things into the vacant drawers and the rest left in my bag.

I switch the switch once more, feeling my way to the bed and forcing over the clean sheets on my body.

I laid there for hours, tossing turning through my sleep, wondering so many thoughts as they went through my head. But my eyes shoot open the minute the light knocking on the door is heard.

I stare at the wall for a split second, examining the dark room, slight outlines of raindrops on the windows reflect to the walls by the outside Sun, blocked by the halfway blinds.

The door creeps open, I lift my head to meet the familiar eyes that I was now nervous around.

"Hey, jace" I fight the urge to lay my head back down, sitting up to lean against the wall behind me.

"Did I wake you up?"

I shrug, "What's up?"

He comes over to sit on the edge of the bed, his back shyly towards me.
"I was up thinking last night and i just- you're really nice, and you've been there for me since. But I don't know you. I can't be with someone I don't know." 

My eyebrows raise at his bluntness.

"I'm sorry"

"Its okay" I choke

"I just don't want it to be weird or whatever with us"

" It shouldnt be awkward staying a month with your ex and his family"

"Okay good" he doesn't catch on to my sarcasm.

He stands, walking to the door and swinging it open, making a remark about how he'd go make breakfast for us. As if he hadn't just let me down with news.

I sit silently as he leaves. Shutting me into the room, cold with loneliness. I had seen this one coming and i knew it was only a matter of time. But nobody could have prepared me for the feeling.

I feel the sarrow build up in my eyes but I blink it away; not allowing myself to cry over something that wasn't anybody's fault. Instead, I lean against the wall once again. Staring at the same object within great length from me in the room.

And It wasn't until my phone chimed almost an hour later, that I had the nerve to remove myself from the position and walk downstairs.

My bare feet cautiously touch the cold tile of the kitchen floor as I sit myself across the island from Jace.

"Plates?"

"Top right hand corner" I nudge with my eyes. He follows them, finding the correct cabinet and putting pancakes on each.

"Its probably cold" he states, sliding the plate to me,
"Took me about a half an hour to figure out how to text you"