A Piece of Me (Tracob)

Ill fated and we still try

*A/N- I can't actually remember if I mentioned when this story takes place in the book before, but I'm clarifying now. However if I did mention somewhere before and forgot, and subsequently fucked up my own timeline, can someone tell me so I can go edit that? Thanks, dolls xx*

May 2nd

"That was 47 seconds faster than last time!" Jacob pauses his stopwatch and grins at me. "Leaps and bounds, Troye, that's how you're progressing."

"I'm not doing any leaping or bounding," I pant and sink down onto the concrete sidewalk, knowing that getting up in a minute will be horrible, but I need to sit.

Daily walks have kind of become our thing now. We take Nash, and we walk the whole three blocks that I can currently manage, and that's that. It takes forever, it leaves me breathless and it's completely draining but it hurts less each time and...it makes Jacob smile.

"Maybe not literally, but ten days ago you walked one block and I carried you back because you couldn't be on your feet anymore. And now you're up to three and you're still going."

"I'm sitting down," I point out.

"Yeah, and now you're getting back up," he pulls me by my good arm, and I only protest mildly, mumbling something about him being a terrible person.

I'm really not too tired, but I do get so so winded so easily, it's depressing. I used to be able to do hour long setlists at concerts with hardly a break except to talk and quick change backstage, and now my lungs burn from walking three blocks.

I rub the back of my hand across my forehead, swiping at beads of sweat. "Can I have Nash's leash?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't want him to pull you over. What if you fall and rebreak that lovely arm that's getting its cast off today?"

"I'm not gonna break it, it's healed, you said it yourself."

"What about your leg, then?"

"You don't break your leg from your dog pulling you over," I argue.

"Nash is strong," Jacob shoots back. "He could drag you the three blocks home."

"Let him, I don't want to walk."

"You don't want to walk, but you want Nash's leash?"

"Walking is boring I want his leash to make it exciting," I complain, throwing my head back.

"It's not boring, I'm here, talk to me."

"I am."

"Well talk some more, I know you, you never shut up when you don't want to. Tell me more about that show you're watching."

I roll my eyes. I don't think it's that I never shut up, I think it's that Jacob always knew how to keep me talking. One of the joys of amnesia is coming back to five years worth of shows that you don't remember.

"Okay, well, I fell asleep last night watching it, but when I left off, the old lady decided to close her donut restaurant just to leave with Hazel. What a waste, right? All those donuts gone, for a man she didn't even know. Anyways, they decide to go on some weird trip together..."

Jacob

I don't even watch the show that Troye's watching right now, I've never seen more than five minutes of an episode, and yet I could tell you the ins and outs of each character and their struggles.

The thing is, Troye loves the show, and when he loves something he talks about it incessantly, and I love listening to him talk about anything and everything, for hours. So we're very, very, very compatible, you see?