Alone // Jacky Vincent & Ryan Seaman

Chapter 11

"I'm moving to New York." I said all too quickly.

"You're what?!?!" Jacky yelled, stepping closer.

"Listen, I don't have a choice. Do you really think I want to?!"

"New York is across the country!!!"

"I know, but I'll be back in September when I'm eighteen" I tried saying anything that would make this better, seeing the hurt expression he had.

"But... W-what if I need you- what if... I mean. I can't just... Do this by myself.."

"You can always call me. It's gonna be okay." I pulled him into a hug. "You know I'll always be here till the end."

I heard Claire yell my name, meaning I had to go. I pulled out of the hug and Jacky looked up at me with tears brimming his eyes. It almost made me want to cry. I brought my lips down to meet his briefly and said "I love you" one more time before going downstairs to meet my aunt. She was waiting in the doorway, the same as before, with my suitcase in her hand. Jacky's mum hugged me and we said our goodbyes. She actually became sort of a second mother to me.

"Can you, uh, make sure Jacky eats?" I asked her quietly. I'm pretty sure if I didn't force him, he wouldn't have eaten for the past few weeks. She smiled reassuringly.

"Ready to go?" Claire asked with an impatient sigh. I nodded and followed her outside to her car.

-time lapse-

The past few hours consisted of Claire giving me an entire summary of her life, and a complete biography of each of her family members. All I really learned from it is that I have two cousins that live with her. I kind of zoned out every once and a while. Lets just say I was defiantly not enjoying this car ride so far. Listening to stories I don't give a solitary fuck about, shitty country music playing on the radio and if it couldn't get worse, there were one of those little tree air freshener things that made me want to vomit. I tried to just stare out the window to pass time.

"Hey, you okay?" Claire took a break from talking and glanced over for a moment before returning her focus to the road.

"Mhmm" I mumbled, not moving at all.

"You don't look okay."

"Well if you must know, I'm 'not' okay. I was just forced to leave my technical house to move across the country with someone I just met. And the worst part is that I had to leave my b...best friend in tears and there's nothing I could do about it. So no, I'm not okay." I retorted almost in one breath. I must just be in a bad mood today. I caught myself on the 'best friend'. You never know who can turn out to be a complete homophobic asshole. I'd just like to avoid that.

"Oh. So this 'best friend' really means a lot to you?"

"Yes. Everything. I-..I love him." I stopped myself before I said too much.

"Sounds like more than a best friend to me." She said with a small chuckle. I decided to just not reply to that.

-time lapse-

I woke up and it was snowing. Not just like a little. It was really fucking snowing. And I was still in this fucking car. At least we were finally getting there today sometime.

I sat up and pulled out my headphones, stretching my arms as far as I could in this limited space. 

"Good morning!" Claire chimed, looking over for half a second. I just moaned in response. It was too early for that shit. Even though it was noon. "Looks like someone's in a bad mood.."

"Really? What gave it away?" I rolled my eyes. Okay, I have to admit; I have been a little on edge since we started this little road trip. But I'm allowed to be a dick because- I don't have to explain this again.

"Geez.. sorry... Have a muffin. Maybe you'll feel better." She shoved box of what I assumed were muffins towards me. I guess she gets food while I'm sleeping.

"How are muffins supposed to make me feel better?"

"I don't know, but I do know something that will."

"What?" I was hoping she'd say something like, 'you don't have to move to New York anymore'  or, 'you're going back home'. But I knew she wouldn't say any of that.

"Were almost there! About ten minutes!" She said far too enthusiastically. I pulled the most real smile I could and effortlessly muttered, "yay"

"You could at least act excited.."

-another time lapse-

When we got there, as much as I didn't want to be there, I was somewhat relieved to be out of the car. At first sight, her house was really organised and everything sort of had a place. Unlike Jacky's house. It looked like someone actually made an effort to clean it and pick up after themselves, again, unlike Jacky's house. This would take time to adjust to. 

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A/N: sorry that took a while, I just didn't know how to end it. And yeah.. I know it's short. The next one should be longer and POSSIBLY (ok not possibly) will be featuring some members of a certain british band *winks*.. Ok it's Asking Alexandria ok. ok. I have a whole plan for Ryan's pov but not Jacky's sooo Ideas???????? Maybe???????Thanks for reading!!!xo