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

32. "Maybe it was you all along..."

-april-

*JAIME*

7 months.

7 freaking months it has been since she walked out. I haven't heard from her, not a single word. Sure I had looked for her, called around, flew to Virginia to see where she was, but Dane or Chris never answered me, nor did any one else I knew, knew anything of where she had gone..

All the guys were trying to get me to go out with them pretty much every night, but I just wanted to stay in bed and cry. This was the hardest thing I have ever experienced. My heart was broken in too many places, not even 7&7's could fix. Even after all these months away from her, there was no way to get over her. She was in my dreams, I heard her laugh echoed everywhere I was. On stage, fans looked like her and asked about her, I lost it a few times in the beginning, but I got over it, and just shrugged off all their questions, staying quiet then lost it when I was alone in the bus or green room. This happened all the time, I would fall for someone, then i'd get them ripped right out from under me without me putting up a fight.

Yeah sure I tried other relationships, but I always ended up breaking them off the day after, no relationship was like the one I had with her. None of them could compare anyways. I know it was ridiculous.. but when you fall hard in love for someone, You fall hard. And I mean, crashing though a 20 foot thick block of concrete hard. I rolled over my head in my pillow, sighing as I heard the door creak open and footsteps echoing against the walls of my bare room.

"Biggs how are you today?" Caity said, coming in and feeling the bed dip by my side, I just grunted and turned my back on her, curling farther under my comforter.

it still smells like her, too.

"come on Biggs.. you have to get out of this room sometime."

"Cats, I appreciate all this caring shit, but seriously I just want to be alone."

"No, you've wanted to be alone for long enough, 6 months too long, you barely go out, you're like an old guy who only goes out to yell at kids on his lawn."

"i've gone out.. and i've had dates..." I argues, turning my face to look at her. Then went face down in my pillow. I felt the bed go bed to normal. "you guys have another meeting with your label in an hour, I suggest you go with them."

"why? Vic makes all the decisions anyways.." I scoffed, pulling my water bottle to my lips and taking a swig and threw it back to the floor once I put the cap back on.

"because you sir, are Jaime Preciado, bassist of Los Pierce the Veils, my best friend, and you're a part in this crazy ride too. Now get your ass up." she said, hitting my butt with her hand and left the room.

I grunted and pushed the blankets away from me, and rubbed my face, the stubble on my face scratching my palms, I looked across into the mirror. I looked like shit. Oh well. Ive looked this way since August.

I grabbed a pair of jeans and a shirt form my closet and headed to the bathroom locking the door after me.