Jimmy the Puppet- a Walsanderson fanfic

Without You

A/N: this is how I imagine Jimmy, but he would be slightly older in the story
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It had been a rough two days for Neil. He had been forced to watch Matt act all sappy with Jimmy, trying to act friendly and like it didn't hurt him, when all he really wanted to do was throw Jimmy off a cliff and somehow slap Matt out of his fake love trance.
The couple had woken up early, and Neil continued to lay in his bunk, listening to them be mushy. It was only 9:30 and he had already counted 17 'my loves'.
He really, really needed to get up and pee, but then he remembered that he would have to see Matt's messy morning hair and sleepy smile, and that would certainly be a painful blow.
Matt had become less and less like himself- he made fewer jokes, he hardly talked to anyone but Jimmy, and he was completely emotionless and indifferent to his surroundings. It was almost as though unless Jimmy wanted him to do something, he couldn't do it.
So pretty much all he did was eat, sleep, perform, and act lovey dovey with Jimmy.
Neil heard Jimmy call Matt 'baby' for probably the sixth time this morning, and he bitterly thought, Only I am allowed to call him that!
Neil wasn't himself either. He was pretty much always either angry or sad, and he was extremely quick to snap at anyone. He had hardly talked during their interview last night, when he usually did nearly all the talking for the band. He never wanted to get out of bed either. Everyone was worried about him, except maybe Matt and Jimmy who probably hadn't even noticed, but they were all too busy focusing on figuring out what was wrong with Matt to pay attention to him. Brad had pretty much gone crazy with trying to fix his little brother.
Neil sighed. What's the point? We'll probably never find out what happened to him anyways, he thought, All this attention to Matt and nobody's bothered to ask if I'm okay. They probably don't care about me.
Somewhere inside him, he knew so many people cared, and very deeply.
"Neillllll!" Dani flung open the curtain to his bunk.
"Hi, Dani," Neil responded quietly.
"C'mon, get up. It's like ten am."
"That's not that-" Dani pulled him out of his bunk by his arms.
Neil fell to the ground, looking upward at an apologetic-looking Dani.
"Sorry bro. I'm not strong enough to haul you up I guess..."
"Evidently," Neil groaned.
Dani helped him stand up, which was actually quite a struggle given that Neil very seriously would have preferred to lay there all day.
"Dude, are you okay?" Dani asked.
Fucking finally, Neil thought. "Of course I'm not okay. I have to watch the love of my life fall in love with someone else," he said.
"If it makes you feel any better, he's not really in love with Jimmy," Dani added awkwardly, not sure what to say.
"I know, but it still hurts," Neil said sadly.
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Jimmy, on the other side of the bunk room door, had heard everything Neil and Dani had said.
Shit, he thought, they're beginning to figure it out.
Clutching his book tightly, he walked up to Matt, grabbed his necklace, and gave him a kiss.
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A/N: NEIL MY POOR BABY I WANT TO HUG YOU SO BADLY RIGHT NOW