okay, so three chapters bc I actually felt quite bad with not updating for so long :) enjoy frens ily and alll your comments make the effort so worth it!
'paint me a picture'
Troye's POV
Eventually, after more banter that turned out to be sappier than anything, we finally got to where Jacob was insisting on taking me.
I must say, Pennsylvania has sure brought out a whole other side of Jacob, as I had told him earlier. He is so eager to show me everything here, even his local laundromat was apparently riveting enough to show me. Of course I put up with all of it.
Actually, "put up with it" is a lie. I enjoy every second of his rambling and his many stories. My adoration for him deepens now more than I ever thought it could.
His mother is whole other story. She treats me like her own, conversation with her is nearly as easy as it is with Jacob. Now I know exactly why Jacob is such an amazing, compassionate person, he is just like her. She did an amazing job of raising him, and I can also see how much of a momma's boy Jacob really is, yet another thing that I find endearing.
"Where are we, Bixenman?" I say, acting wary, however I'm pretty sure it must have sunk into his brain by now that I trust him wholeheartedly.
"The place I spent a lot of my childhood and teenage years, come on," he says brightly, quickly getting out of his side of the car and rushing to my side before I can even get out of the door.
He takes hold of my hand and shuts the door behind me.
"Okay, I will tell you exactly what this place is when we get to the spot."
"The spot?"
"Trust me, Sivan," he says, acting exasperated. I chuckle at his playful nature and follow on.
We don't walk for long until Jacob warns me that we are going up a flight (well, flights) of stairs. He knows how I have to feel out the height of the first few stairs before I pick up their pattern. I count ten steps per flight and to take two steps to my left until I need to start up the next ten of the average sized concrete steps.
Eventually, after five flights of those he tells me, "here we are," he says wistfully.
He guides me a couple more steps forward and then tells me to sit down.
He sits and helps me down slowly next to him. He tells me to bring my legs forward and uncross them, I do as he says and they fall over an edge, they dangle off the side of wherever the hell he bought me.
"Are we on some deathly high cliff or building or what? You know how I feel about heights," I say, sounding rather dramatic, but my point still stands.
"No, no," he chuckles. "Not a cliff, hell no, building, not quite."
"So where the hell am I? Am I going to fall to my death if I inch to far forward?"
"I don't know about death but yes it would be quite a fall-"
"Okay enough with the games, where are we, Bix?" I say with a fond smile at his sarcastic tone.
"So story is I would come to this place since about second grade, every day after school. It became abandoned and rundown but the time I got to high school, but I still came here every day.
"It's a skate park, or what's left of it anyway. Right now, I took you up to the top of the highest half pipe it has, the rest is all very small scale stuff for amateur tricks like railings and small sets of stairs."
