WHEN IT ENDS || Jason McCann Fictional Story||

19.~|You'll See|~

Songs for this chapter:

You Found Me
by The Fray

Dead Wrong
by The Fray

Never Say Never
by The Fray

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"And now he's coming after me."

Odd, isn't it? How quickly a small sentence can change so much in your ambience, that it becomes unimaginably hard to breathe, that you find yourself at a loss for words, that no matter what you try to conjure up in your head to convince yourself that it's just a sentence and there's no need to be worried about what it means, you can't help but to laugh at how ridiculous it sounds because there's everything to be worried about what it means, when the words 'after' and 'me' are in the same sentence?

"Elise?"

Isn't there any way to talk it out peacefully with his brother? And tell him that it was only an unfortunate misunderstanding? How hard can it be to confront your brother, one who's been through all your highs and lows with you? Maybe he'll agree to talk if I offer to do it for him?

"Hey, you sleeping?"

What will I say though? That ‘I'm on the way of dating your brother and he wants to patch things up with you because he understands that he'd made a terrible mistake by putting you to jail when you trusted him, and he's remorseful and he wants to help you restart afresh, but isn't ready to face you so he sent me’?

A light shake to my body snaps me out of my chain of thoughts, and I look up to meet the deepest of caramel orbs, staring at me intently. My gaze shifts to his still bare chest, trying to avoid eye-contact for some sudden unknown reason.

"I thought you fell asleep. My story-telling skills are worse than Sheldon Cooper's sarcasm." He softly jesters to himself, my attention piqued by the mention of Sheldon Cooper.

"You watched The Big Bang Theory?"

"Yeah. Me and Alex used to stop whatever we'd be doing to watch Friends and TBBT. Mom never liked it, specially because of all the occasional dirty talks. But dad used to tell us that she secretly blushed and glanced at dad every time anything like that came up."

He recounts with an amazed shine in his orbs, a reminiscent smile lingering at the corner of his lips, while I watch him, reading every fold, every crinkle and dimple of his face as he speaks gleefully. It's as if, I can't memorize his features well enough to fantasize about them later, that I'm acting like a lunatic girl, obsessing over a boy and fangirling.