·Ease· Tracob

·Chapter Two·

Jacob sighed to himself as he went through all of the nutella, sadly searching for more even though he knew it was empty.

"Oh my god get a grip!" Layla groaned out in annoyance, snatching the nutella from his hands. She got up and threw it in the kitchen, letting it hit against the wall before falling the the floor.

"What the hell was that for?!" Jacob asked in a shocked tone.

"You're moping around like you just lost a fucking dog. He isn't dead, he's only been gone for what? Two days and you're blowing your shit up over it? Instead of inviting Alex over, actually call him and have an actual conversation with him." She ranted on. Jacob looked at her with shock, as she continued to rant angrily; now getting up and walking around the living room.

"I mean he isn't some fucking fairy who can just pop in whenever, so stop. You're still the love of his life."

Jacob looked down awkwardly and nodded in agreement to what Layla said. She smiled triumphantly and pat him on the back, before going into the kitchen to throw away the nutella.

"I'm sorry, bud. But moping around all day won't help anything except make you even more sad than before. You have to try to make the best of it." Layla explained softly, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Jacob smiled softly and looked behind him, flashing a smile to Layla.

"You always know how to make me feel better." Jacob said sweetly. Layla chuckled and sat beside him on the couch.

"I know, that's what best friends are for." She responded in a cocky manner. Jacob rolled his eyes playfully and looked at the sweater that belonged to Troye in front of him on the coffee table.

It hurt a lot, everything in this apartment reminded him of Troye. He couldn't get away and it was killing him inside not seeing Troye, and not being able to hold him or go to the coffee shop with him.

"I have to go to work." Jacob mumbled, grabbing a jacket and pulling it on.

"Alright. Talk to ya later, buddy." Layla said, before leaving the apartment. Jacob sighed and went to the kitchen, grabbing his name tag off the counter. The memory of him and Troye making breakfast together filled his thoughts, making him feel more depressed than before.

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"You're late." Tyler called out in annoyance, as Jacob walked in.

"Sorry." Jacob replied, grabbing an apron from behind the counter and tying it around his waist.

Tyler watched him tie the apron around his waist and walked up to him, placing a hand a his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"It's okay. I miss him too." Tyler said, empathy in his tone. Jacob nodded and shrugged off Tylers hand, going to serve a customer who had just walked in.

"Hi I'm Jacob and I'll be your waiter. What would you like? Our special today is a pumpkin pie spice coffee with a brownie." Jacob said in a fake enthusiastic voice that almost sounded robotic. The middle aged woman gave him a weird look and looked over the menu in front of her, gently biting her lip. He waited patiently for her to figure what she wanted to order. She looked up and pushed back a strand of her blonde hair behind her ear.

"I'll just have the special but without the brownie. I'm allergic to them."

Jacob nodded and walked off, giving the order to the people in the kitchen. He walked back out and leaned against the front counter. Business had seemed rather slow today than normal. Tyler walked up beside Jacob and leaned against the counter, running his fingers through his hair as he pushed his glasses back up his nose. The silence between them seemed awkward and not comforting at all.