As we Come and Go ~~ Jack x Ayla Story ~~

how i wish it would be all the time

Eighteen hours with the one burning question on your mind, as if it was something unscathed yet resurfacing due to one insignificant person.
Are you in love and do you feel it in your stomach?
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"Why the hell are you on your phone every god damn second of the day jack? It's never fucking ending with you!"

"Ok here we go again with the overprotective shit as if you're fucking paranoid all the time which maybe you are but you have nothing to be paranoid about! I'm constantly answering calls and doing what I need to do clearly for a reason, a reason you don't exactly need to know about yet!"

"Really? You think I'm paranoid? I can't even a hold a decent fucking conversation with you because half the damn time you're not listening and you call that paranoid?! God you're so full of yourself sometimes it's like you take pride in the shit that you do to the point where I'm nonexistent! And texting you know who isn't really helping you bring that ego down now is it!"

"Who the hell am I texting Ayla?! Please fucking enlighten me on a situation that involves me and you and some other third party member! Who the hell am I texting?!"

"No one."
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February 21st, 9:00 am.

~With the dawning of silence looming over the Anderson household as the atmosphere shifted accordingly within the past week, the blonde beauty had found herself in the empty kitchen embedded in the empty household. 7 exact days, one full week later, and countless of hours had gone by with nothing but silence reigning over the two entities left within the household itself, considering the two runners of the household were still overstaying their stay in Hawaii up until this day; February 21st. In a normal setting where there wasn't worries between two boundless souls who had nothing but love and admiration for one another, this would be a dream come true; a lonely household filled of adventures and whatever the two young adults could put their minds to, but this wasn't a normal setting and the texts from Brooke that Ayla would consistently see at the end of the night from her partner in crime's phone had only validated that presumption. They were consistent, and when I say consistent I mean consistent to an extent where even something as simple as a light conversation would turn into an argument involving his lack of attention due to the pretty brunette and her own tactics of grabbing his attention. Text after text and call after call only pushed the two spirited souls further and further away as tactics were put in place of the fighting. Not a single word shared, not a single embrace shared, not a single ounce of love shared over the course of one full week all due to the brunette and the brunette only. Sure, it pissed Ayla off to no end seeing him pick up his phone for the millionth time in a single day, but it wasn't what truly bothered the beauty the most. It was as if he took pride in every text and every phone call he received and responded with the exact same level of love and gratitude she would initially receive from him herself; that was what hurt her the most. As if she was nonexistent and back in her own shadow as if her true happiness could never be obtained, just like she had experienced all the years before. So yeah, it pissed her off but hurt her before the anger could catch the train and to truly dive into why he had such motives in the first place, it would all have to stem from her not him.

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"Morning" he simply states, making his appearance into the kitchen for the first time today.

Through her inclination to keep the conversation at a bare minimum, she shot one glance at him before returning to her usual routine of breakfast.