Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

10. "He sure hasn't showed it..."

*LANEY*

i was following Jaime back to the car, i really honestly just wanted to jump on him and kiss him right then and there. he was just an amazing guy, he always knew how to make me feel happy, and like i shouldn't have nay care in the world. i looked up from the ground and froze,

was it him?

it couldn't be...

i really hoped he wasn't real

that it was all just an imagination

hoped my mind was playing tricks on me

"hey Laney." i said smoothly pushing past Jaime, the same stupid smile on his face, the same face that made 3 years of my life a living hell. i still stood frozen, i didn't really know what to do at this point

"ill be right there Jaime.." i said waiving him along. he complied, seeing him turn and put the bags in the car but stayed leaning on the fender just in case... 

i sighed at looked back up at the 'man' right in front of me, i forgot how tall he was, towing over me at a good 6'4''. 

"what do you want Nicka." i said, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

(A/N its pronouced-->Nie-Kah<--if you were wondering... okay proceed.)

"i wanted to say.... " he said, tears? were those actual tears forming in his eyes? "i wanted to say im sorry for what i did to you Lane.. i was a stupid drunken asshole..." he started

was he seriously apologizing to me? "what brought this on?" i asked, staring into his eyes for some kind of hint if he was actually true or just full of complete bullshit... i felt the latter. but looking into those indigo eyes pained me... he was telling the truth,

"i... i miss you Lane.. i need you back in my life.. I've changed, i can be a better boyfriend than i was a year ago.. please Lane.. please.." he was sobbing at this point. 

i looked at his face, he was never one to show emotions like thins.. maybe he had changed. "you've got to prove it to me. " i said. looking up at him, Dane is going to hate me.

"i wont let you down Lane." Nicka smiled brightly and leaned down to kiss me.

It felt off, it didn't feel right. but i was giving him another chance.. even though for three years he was an ass. non-stop  mental-physical-emotional abuse to me and my life... but why was i giving him another chance... maybe because before he found the wonders of alcohol he was actually a decent guy to be around.. i hope he turns back into the Nicka i loved.  i sighed and stepped back from him. "come by the Buses at the Pavilion tomorrow night and we can catch up okay?" i said and moved past him. to the car where Jaime was watching, his face turned pale, and his expression lifeless. 

"Hime are you okay?" i asked, a little worries. "Jaime. JAIME." i yelled, snapping my fingers in front of his face "Jaime.. answer me."

he just turned to look at me. he was on the verge of tears. but shook his head and moved past me and got in the car, starting it without a word.

we drove back in complete silence. 

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i got back to the bus, and threw all my bags in my bunk, getting out a new pair of sleeping shorts, sliding them on and grabbed my pillow and one of Danes shirts, since they were oversized for my body and headed over to the PTV bus, i just hoped Jaime was talking to me again.

i knocked softly on the door, and heard rustling and the door creak open, Mike stood over me and sighed stepping aside to let me in. "no usual mike-Fuentes-welcome?" i giggled softly, but just earned a short lived stare from him, as he moved past me down the stairs and walked away. i sighed, that was strange. i walked by the other guys, Vic and Tony, both just stared at me.. maybe something happened? i shrugged it off and heard talking in the back room, i knocked lightly