Love Letters |tracob|

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troye

jacob's house isn't big nor is it small, but it's quite pretty. there's a lot of beautiful flowers planted all around the yard, and a fence with green vines growing all around it with a magical gate.

its a white two story house and when you walk into the house there is a staircase right in front of you. to your left is the kitchen/living room area, and the right is a small dining room. along the walls are family pictures and paintings that added to the cozy warm effect of his home.

jacob, connor, and i head upstairs to where jacob's room is. his parent's bedroom, his bedroom, a bathroom, and another room are all on the top floor.

jacob wouldn't tell me what was in the other room next to his.

jacob took a quick shower before he got changed for the dance so connor and i just sat in his room in the meantime. i explored all the nooks and crannies of his blue room, all his trophies, medals, pictures, and little things that were just a part of jacob. his bed looked really small for how tall he was, but i guess it fits him just right. he has a sliding door closet. near his bed was a desk with a spinny chair, and there was a picture of his sister and him from not too long ago on his bedside table.

"connor? whats in the room next to jacobs?"

"oh... that's angies room..."

my heart breaks for jacob

just thinking about how i would feel if sage died, must be an unbearable feeling; especially while they are so young. how do you ever get over that?

"but don't tell jacob i told you... it's a really touchy subject for him"

"how-how did it happen?"

"well, angie was driving in the car with jacob on their was home from their annual family christmas party, and jacob's parents were in a different car because they had to do some last minute christmas shopping. they were on the highway and a drunk driver was merging into the lane beside them and was going about 100 miles per hour and crashed right into them"

i felt like i was going to cry it's so sad. he doesnt deserve that, nor does she. i went to sit down in the spinny chair at jacobs desk and admired everything on it, in deep thought. there was a journal that i really wanted to look at, but i don't want to be too invasive of his privacy.

i was gonna ask connor more questions until a shirtless jacob walked in his door with a towel around his waist. i didn't even know he had abs! and i never realized how tan he was either, must be the Cuban blood. it was like a dream.

"okay so i'm going to change right now and someone can change in my parent's room, and one person can just wait"

"i'll change in your parent's room because i dont take that long to get ready unlike TROYE" connor yells as he pointed at me accusingly.

"fine, fine, you're right" i said giving in to his accusations

connor got his suit from jacobs closet and proceeded to the other room

"sooo...." jacob said as he was getting everything ready to change in.

"do you want me to wait in the living room with your parents?" i asked

"no no they'll just show you embarrassing pictures of me from when i was younger.. and that's the LAST thing i want. just like... stay there"

he then came over to me and spun the spinny chair around so i was back facing his desk and the wall.

"don't turn around" he said sternly, i smirked to myself. i like strict jacob

i picked up his journal and read the inside cover of the book aloud,

"poems by jacob taylor bixenman"

"troye, don't read that" he said, seriousness and concern filled his voice.

"make me" i said daringly 

jacob

"make me" he said, and his voice went straight down below.

'don't get turned on, jacob' i thought in my head.

all my drafts for poems that ive written for him are in there, so when he started to read the journal i panicked.

but i didn't want him to know i write poetry, nor did i want him to know it was me that was sending him these letters. 

i reached my hand over his head from behind the chair and grabbed the journal.

"troye, no i told you not to read it" i said in a serious warning tone

"i liked that poem though"

i proceeded to put on my shirt and cologne. it feels like we are a married couple getting ready and having small arguments while in a rush.

"which one?"

"the one about the stars and how you compare it to-"

"i don't write poems"

"of course you don't," he said sarcastically while rolling his eyes. 

"because it's not like you have a journal of poems or something!"

i didn't answer him

"who was it about"

"i told you i don't write poems"

"does jacob bixenman like someone?" he asked.

in my head, i'm screaming 'yes you how do you not realize that i am in love with you yet i'm glad you don't realize but i also want you to know so bad'

if i had to, i would write a book about all the things i love about him.

the door knocked before i could answer him and connor appeared in his fancy black tuxedo with a red rose in the pocket.

"well, what do you think" he asked, fixing his hair in jacob's mirror. 

"you look very handsome, con" troye said

"why are you trying to steal my look" i asked him.

"we literally got these together" connor said

"oh, right" we all laughed

"well i guess i'll go get changed.." troye says as he grabs his dress from my closet and makes his way to my parent's bedroom.

as soon as i heard the door close to my parent's room, i desperately needed to tell connor how much i like troye.

"con, i cant do this anymore" i said pacing around my room 

"what do you mean, what happened" connor looked at me in confusion

"this whole 'troye thing'... con, i think i like troye" i said

to be continued...