Falling Into Place (Jaime Preciado) (*PTV* Fanfic 1)

66. "it' so lonely..."

Happy New Year, you gorgeous people, you 😚💕🎉

*JAIME*

I rolled over in the bed and sighed... it was so cold without her... And so quiet. I didn't like this feeling at all... I was so used to her bouncing off the walls with the same hyperness as me and now, it's like nothing... Complete and utter silence... I sighed and curled more into my blanket, since it was still a chilly December.

I traced the freshly blasted ink on my left arm. I smiled to myself and traced out every letter of 'Anytime & Always' in Laney's very distinct, loopy slanted mess of a handwriting... that was now permanently in my Elbow ditch where it will stay forever.

i looked over at the empty place next to me. Usually I would wake up to her little snores she does and her nose scrunching up as her nose ring tickled her in her sleep. But now I was just met with a cold pillow and un-tosseled-with blankets.

I pulled out my phone and took a selfie with only half of my face in it, pouting, the other half occupied by Laney's pillow, posting it on Instagram.

@PTVJaime: It's so lonely... @LaneyBoo come back to me 💔😔

I threw my phone to the night stand to headed downstairs to make some sort of breakfast food, seeing as it was about 6 in the morning.

It's been almost a whole day since she had left. She didn't call or text me when she landed, nor when she got to her apartment. Both of which I know should have happened by now since I was tracking her flight... not in a creepy way though.

I knew it was a good 14 hour straight flight, but Mike told me I was being paranoid and made me stop about an hour into the flight.

I wasn't really being paranoid, though the thought of her leaving on an airplane gave me anxiety to an extreme level... I don't have such a good history with airports... Let's just say that.

Her twitter and Instagram were dead aside from a photo she posted with an elderly flight attendant for a fan, posted about a few minutes before her departing time and the photo of me while I was sleeping yesterday morning, telling the world how cute I was when I was sleeping. That made me smile, only because I could picture her face being in a pouty puppy eyes as she would mumble how cute I was to annoy me (though I could listen to her say it all day long)

I reached into the cabinet and pulled down my cereal, sighing and leaned back on the counter as I ate Cinnamon toast crunch out of the box, something I would usually get scolded about from her, although she would usually just steal the box and do the exact same thing with a smirk gracing her lips.

Tony came in and crossed his arms, probably at my pathetic pouting and binge-cereal eating.

"she probably killed her phone Hime.. she does it all the time.. i'm sure she will call soon. I know it." he nodded staying hopeful with a Perry-grin, I could tell he was nervous too just by the way he said that as a slight question... I shrugged it off, maybe it was my own ears hearing that because it's what I felt.

"i hope you are right Tone." I mumbled as I put the box back in the cupboard, heading to the couch to watch Toy Story, curling myself up in the blanket she always used. It still smelled like her favorite perfume which in turn, made me smile and nuzzle my face farther into the fluffy fabric.

I'm not sad as much as I am worried.. I mean, I know shes a big girl and she can take care of herself, but the silence like this is killing me. And this silence isn't golden.

Not knowing where she is, not knowing how she is, is wracking me to no end. she could have been killed as she stepped off the plane, or on the way to her house...