Though I appreciated Mel's advice, I didn't exactly take everything he had said into consideration. I walked home, deleting all my forms of social media along the way, though I didn't mind, it was something I hadn't grown too attached to. I entered the house though no one was home, I was relieved that meant that I could pack without the questions from the boys. I grabbed my backpack out of Jc's closet along with a small carry on bag I had purchased when we went to San Antonio to see his family. Packing the carry on with clothes and necessities and filling the backpack with important papers, passport, money, etc. I paused for a moment sitting on the bed and looking around the room I had shared with Jc for so long now. My heart sank and before I knew it I was in a full blown sob. This was home for me, though at times I felt out of place and uncomfortable this was the first place in a long time that I actually felt I belonged.
"Sky?" Jc said opening the door and rushing to my side. "What's going on? I could hear you all the way in the garage!"
"Jc," I paused unable to form words through my heavy sobs.
"What are you doing?" he said pointing to the bags on the floor in front of my feet. I couldn't help but sob harder as he wrapped his arms around me. "You have to tell me what's wrong Sky, I can't fix it if you don't tell me what's wrong."
"We need to talk," I said softly between cries.
"No, no, no don't say that!" Jc threw his arms in the air, jumping up from the bed. "What did I do?"
"Nothing I swear!" I said pulling myself together momentarily.
"Then why are you doing this, why are you saying this to me!" He yelled running his fingers through his hair.
"I don't want to say this, I have to say this. There's a difference." I pulled my legs up onto the bed, squishing myself into a ball.
"Then just come out with it already, do it already, quick and easy like a band aid!"
"You think this is easy for me?" I yelled back.
"Apparently it is! I don't understand after everything we've been through why you're trying to pry apart our relationship now!" he yelled louder than me.
"Pry apart? Are you kidding me?" I attempted to yell louder than him but I knew I wasn't. "Jc forget it because come tomorrow morning I'll be gone no matter what. There's nothing anyone can do about it so it won't matter!"
"Why do you do this? Why do you run away?" he screamed squatting to the floor, punch my carry on bag, causing it to spill over onto the floor my deodorant rolling across the room. "I'm sorry. Maybe I cared too much, or maybe not enough. Who the hell knows but I tried damn hard for this. I wanted me and you, I wanted us from now until forever. But apparently you're quite willing to give this up so fuck it."
"Ok," I said through tears, I swallowed the lump in my throat.
"Maybe I am a hopeless romantic, but I thought what we had was real."
"Oh and you think I don't?" I cried harder as he said what we had. He was already ending things on his own.
"Well I'm just saying this isn't the first time you've disappeared on me Skylar."
"Jc!" I screamed in shock, "As if I ever wanted to disappear the first time! It wasn't my choice! It was never my choice! Hell, it's not even my choice now! But you know what is my choice? Whether or not I come back. The first time I came running back, gave up everything and came back to you because I thought this was real. But if you're so quick to doubt me and doubt what I know about our relationship than maybe I was wrong all along! Maybe I should have never came back in the first place."
"Yeah, maybe you're right." he said softly before rising and running out the door.
I sat alone on his bed face covered in tears for ten minutes before I gathered up the courage to call Mel.
"Hello?" he said in his familiar husky voice.
"Can we leave tonight?" I said quickly.
"I'll text you with details." I clicked the phone before he could say another word. Throwing things into my bags like a mad woman. How selfish could Jc be to believe that I was running away from him on purpose that I was giving up on everything we have together. I pondered the tought that perhaps he was only upset because I had messed up his "path" his perfect plan for his life. I wondered if I was stupid for coming back to LA to begin with. I ran back to a boy I had barely known to try to have a relationship that started with WPP lies. Maybe I was the idiot all along for believing things would work out. My phone dinged with a message from Mel,
STARBUCKS 45 MINUTES
DONT BE LATE
I zipped up the carry on bag and threw my phone charger into the backpack, looking around the room for anything else that was mine. I spotted my Penny board out of the corner of my eye, no sense in taking that, I was sure I wouldn't need it and I was positive that Mel would make me dispose of it before we even left the coffee shop. I spotted my favorite sweat shirt on the ground next to Wishbone. I picked it up starting to shove it in the bag when I realized that it was Jc's. It wasn't mine to take. I paused for a moment knowing I needed to hurry. I shoved the sweat shirt in my backpack after all, picking up my Penny board and placing it on the bed, I assumed it was more than a fair trade. I grabbed a piece of paper of the desk and quickly wrote out a note:
Jc,
We were brought together the first time by chance. Yet I came back to you by choice. I knew what we have is real then, and I still know now. Every time you look up at the sky know that I too see the same thing. At night I see stars, during the day I see clouds, whether we're together or apart. If everyone has their own path or plan for life, then perhaps this is just a part of ours. Only time will tell. Chance is taking me away now, I'll come back by choice.
Forever yours,
Skylar
And with that I was gone.
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Free: A Jc Caylen Sequel
Fanfiction"I would have found you. Even if I never knew your name, one way or another I would have found you. You and I were made to find each other." The much awaited sequel to Confidential: Skylar Carson was given a second chance at life. After witnessing h...
