Leaving you // Jojian

~Chapter 5~

I finally had booked my flight. Now I only have to pack my bags and wait four days. Seems easy enough, if you phrase it that way. I sighed and started packing my suitcase. I picked up my wet shirt and looked at it. It was a 7/11 shirt. Into the suitcase it goes. I carelessly threw my clothes along with it. I left two shirts and pair of pants because I will need to change my clothes. Then I neatly put all of my tech on top of the clothes. Closing the suitcase, I opened snapchat, just to get my thoughts off of Ian for once. My fingers automatically tapped on people's stories.

I immediately regretted it. The first story was Ian's. He was just with dalmatian filter, looking cute like he didn't just broke someone's heart. At the end of the video, my eyes were blurry. I didn't even bother to wipe them, wondering, how my eyes could produce that much tears in one day.

As I was putting my phone down, Max called me, and I had to pick up.

„I thought you were home," I said, my voice cracking. I cringed, hoping that he didn't notice that.

„I woke up and went to the store to get some food. But, like, after a minute I will be back," he said, „but are you okay? How did it go?"

I bit my lip, trying to come up with a neutral answer. I felt Max get impatient.

„Well?"

„He accepted it but said that he is straight and that we can still be friends."

"Well, at least you can still be friends," he said and laughed. I could tell, that he was exaggerating his happiness in his voice.

„Yeah. Oh, and by the way, I'm going back to Osaka in four or three days. Just letting you know," I said, and there was again silence for a moment.

„Wh— ok. Pack your shit," he said and ended the phone call. That seemed harsh of him. I heard the door unlock.

„I'm back, brought something to eat, boys," Max shouted. I didn't want to go out. I didn't want to meet Ian. But I had to. I have to go out of my room, so I collected my thoughts and opened my room's door. When I went into the kitchen, I saw them putting the bought food into the fridge and cupboards. When they heard me come in, Ian froze up with the milk jugs in his hands, and turned his head, to look at me. I saw his face soften; his lips opened a little bit, his shoulders lowered, and sadness filled his eyes. I felt vulnerable and my emotions almost took control of me. I wanted to run up to him and hug him tightly, never letting him go. Cry into his arms, while he rubs my back, and whispers to me, that everything will be okay.

But after a second, his face tightened up. He wrinkled up his nose and turned to Max, to answer his question about the pasta.

„Oh and I forgot to tell you something, Ian. George will soon fly back to Japan," Max said, and I nodded.

Ian put the milk in the fridge, turned around and crossed his arms, „and why is he?"

He definitely knew that it was because of him.

„Homesick."

Ian smirked. I saw Max looking at both of us worriedly. Before anything could go worse, Max spoke up, „well, we need to go to sleep, it's like one at night. Or edit videos, I don't care."

I nodded, and without saying goodnight, went back to my room to cry more.

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It was finally the day. I was going back to Japan. I had to be at the airport at 12:20, and the plane will take off at 13:00. I checked if I had my passport, money, and tickets. I looked at the clock. I had a half an hour left to get there. Max said, that he will drive me there. How nice of him.

I got dressed and ate some cereal for breakfast. At least Ian avoided me.

„Dude, we need to go, or you won't make it," Max interrupted my thoughts, and we headed to the vehicle. When we were in the car, he asked, „Is it because of Ian?"

„Kind of."

„You can't just leave a fucking country because of a guy." Watch me.

He shook his head and started up the car. The ride was awkwardly silent.

„I'm just worried about you. Did he say anything bad?" Max sounded really sad. Now I felt guilty.

„Nothing much. Why aren't you asking him that? He kinda broke my heart, can you please stop reminding it every five minutes?"

„He avoids the topic like the plague." When he said that, we were almost at the airport. We patted each other on the back, and I stepped out of the car.

The security and checking in went past fast because I could only think about Ian and his face. When I stepped on the plane, I put my earphones in and ignored the rest of the world, reliving the memories in the forest. How he put his head on me. How he hugged me. How I put my legs in his lap. About the gay moments in the deadly twister. But all of them always got crushed, remembering how he shouted the phrase „Are you a faggot?"

After a while, I couldn't keep thinking straight and fell asleep.

I woke up, to someone waking me up, „sir, we are landing in ten minutes."

I groaned, straightening my back and rubbing my eyes. I was finally in Japan, away from him. I picked a pen, what was on the floor for some reason, and wrote on my wrist „Block him".

[A.N. Whew. Also, fun fact, my nose legit started bleeding for some reason in the middle of writing this :^) ]