Never Leaving Again (Katelyn × Reader)

Chapter 5

Jason.
I sat besides Fern. Leaning my head on my palm I look at the girl. Smirking. "Has anyone told you your beautiful? Cause if they did then they told you wrong. You're far from beautiful. You're gorgeous," I flirt. Fern throws a fry at me. I laugh and brush it off my shoulder. "Don't flirt with me Jason. It's stupid," Fern says. "Was you father a thief? Cause someone stole the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes," I say. Fern glanced up at me blushing. Totally what I was going for. "Jason stop. You're embarrassing me," Fern says. "There's only one thing I want to change about you, and that's your last name." "Jason I'm serious!" "If nothing last forever will you be my nothing," I asked? Fern sighed and looked up at me. "You think crack is addictive? That's because you haven't kissed these lips," she flirts back. I move aside her books and move closer. Leaning over the table. "Can I borrow a kiss then? I promise to give it back," I say. "Only if you don't tease me like you did last time," Fern says. I bite my lip and look at her. "Promise not to." Slowly I cover her lips with mine. Cupping her cheek. I tug slightly on her bottom lip with my teeth. Loving the way it rolls between them. Fern gives a soft sound (😏) and I smirk. I tug once more on her lip before pulling away. Letting it go in the process. Fern pouts at me. "You have to give it back," she says. The bell ranged then. "I don't have any time. Maybe later you can return the kiss." Fern glares at me and packs her stuff up. "You are just playing me. I'm going to go find someone who is actually wants to kiss me and hold me all day everyday," Fern says. "I don't kiss you and hold you all day everyday," I asked? Standing so I can walk the girl to her class. "No. You constantly tease me and flirt," Fern says. I laugh at this. "I can't help it. I have my Ma's sense of humor," I say. Fern grips onto her books. I stop her. "Hey how's your dad doing? I know he was pretty close to Ma," I say. Fern sighs. "He's doing better. Better than a year ago. He's working again. I have hope. How's your mom?" I put my hands in my pocket and shrug. "I don't know. Yesterday we went to Ma's grave and she said stuff. But then when we got home she was back in a void. I don't know if she's better or worst anymore," I say. Fern gives me a sad smile and we continue to walk on. "It's funny. Cause before I didn't even know your mother. She was just a girl dad talked about when I asked about his childhood. And now we all were affecting us somehow." "Tell me about it. I can't imagine my mom as someone who went through all this stuff and still has the willpower to fight for us. I think my mom was secretly insane," I say. Fern gives a soft laugh. We reach her classroom. "We can ask my dad more questions about her. Come over tonight," Fern pleads. "Sure. I'll be there." She smiles and gives me a quick kiss on my cheek before walking into her classroom.
Katelyn.
I look at all of (Y/n)'s things. I wasn't throwing anything away. Just storing it in boxes. This way her presence won't be so haunting. I took another pair of her hoodies and place it in the box. The next thing is a picture. I smile at it. This one was on our wedding. Archer didn't want to take the picture but I made her. She wasn't even looking at the camera. Her stare stayed in my the whole time. And a soft smile bloomed on her lips. One of those very rare only made for me smiles. The one she doesn't give out for free. I grab another picture. This one was recent I think. Because the boys were older. It was one of us all sitting down at a table laughing. The only thing missing was her. I carefully place down the pictures and put a book in the box. A paper fell out. Carefully I unfolded it and smoothed the paper out. Inside was a picture of me reading. My head resting on my palm. And underneath read
"See how she leans her cheek on that hand. O, that I was a glove upon that hand. That I might touch that cheek."
"Love takes such a long time to come. I never thought I could love someone this much. But shoot. Irene had made a goddess from hand and I haven't been more bless. And when I see her I instantly fall in love all over again."
A smile comes to my face. I wondered how many times she looked at this. I wonder if that's what always went through her head when she looked at me. I fold the paper back up and place it on my bedside table. There's so many things I don't know about the woman I loved. And there's a lot of things I had learned. Even just now when all this stuff has happened.
Naomi.
Asher and I sat on a swing together creating lyrics. We were at the park where Mama use to always take me. I liked it here. Animals were free to run around. And free to play here. This is where I get most of my inspiration from. Asher writes a lyric. "I don't know Mi. You're trying to make a angry and sad song. But right here you can't," Asher says. I sigh. "I know. I just don't want to go home yet. There's no light anymore," I say. I lay my head on Asher's shoulder. "We're all mad at Mama for dying. And instead of coming together, we all just drifted apart. It's sad in my house," I say. Asher stays silent. He wraps an arm around me and presses a kiss to my head.

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