Best of my Love

Chapter Five

After I left Jackson's place, I went back to Don. I put my own clothes back on, and he said I could keep the flannel he let me sleep in. 

He took us shopping for a few hours, though we didn't buy anything. As we walked out of one of the stores, we heard my name being called. We turned to see James running towards us. He apologised more than once about the night before, even holding me in a desperate hug. Even though I was still mad at him, I agreed for him to take me home.

I looked at Don and whispered, "Thank you for everything."

He pulled me into a tight hug, and I kissed his cheek.

"Goodbye, Chris." He sighed, gently pressing the collar of the flannel flat. 

"Are you sure you don't want this back?" I breathed, grabbing his hand from the collar and holding it. 

"Keep it." He smiled. 

I returned the smile and gave him another hug. When I returned to James, the smile on my face fell as he slid the flannel down to look at my neck. 

"What's this?" He asked. 

I looked back to Don for a second, then quickly to my feet, blushing. I continued to look down as I followed James down the street. One last time, I looked back to see Don smiling at me. We made eye contact before he turned away, scratching the back of his neck. 

Now, it was a few months later. I was in my own time and still thinking about it. I couldn't stop thinking about it. He probably didn't remember me, and I honestly didn't care if he remembered me or not. 

It was winter, and I was curled up in the couch in the main room, clutching his flannel and staring at my blurry reflection of the black television. 

"Can I tell you something?" James questioned, stopping his pacing to look at me. 

"Don't, James Harper. You're wasting your breath." I huffed, talking into my knees. 

He had attempted to speak to me for over an hour, but I refused to acknowledge him. 

"I've—"

"Don't—"

"Got—"

"Stop it!" I yelled. 

"Tickets to a concert I know you'd want to go to!" He shouted quickly, leaving me speechless. 

"What?" I finally asked. 

"I'm taking you to a concert. I know you'd really want to go to..."

"Unless it's Buddy Holly, Chuck Berry, Little Richard, or Fats Domino, then no."

James shrugged, putting on his time-watch.

"It's Eagles..."

I pulled my eyebrows together, "It's what?"

He rolled his eyes and gestured for me to stand. I did as I was told and walked across the freezing concrete floor to where he was. 

"Shoes, Christy." He muttered, pushing buttons on the watch. 

I looked down to my pale feet and walked over to my shoes. I slipped on the worn-out prisons and turned around. 

"Eagles?" I questioned. 

He looked up to me like I was stupid. 

"Did you not just hear me?" He walked closer, pushing two more buttons. 

I didn't answer. 

"Do you not know who they are?"

I still didn't answer. 

He laughed as he took my hand, "You'll figure it out..."

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Yo, this story is worse than I remember it, hahahha

Welp, I hope you guys enjoyed it, at least. As for me, I'm gonna continue writing my one-shots for the day.

Love you guys!❤️