let it snow! | dorbyn

TWELVE

december 12th

what jonah didn't expect on december 12th, 2020, was for eben to be standing outside of his childhood house, while it was snowing heavily.

"...did you really fly all the- eben. you hate the snow."

"yes. in fact, i hate it so much, and i hate you."

"o..kay, um." jonah didn't know how to respond, so eben continued to talk, walking closer to the porch, feeling the snow crunch under his shoes.

"i hate you so fucking much for, just for so much. i hate your stupid face and your stupidly adorable smile, and your stupid stupid stupid soft hair and your dumb laugh and how you jump up and down when you get excited over the smallest, stupidest things. i hate that you made me fly all the way to the buttfuck of nowhere-"

"i didn't-"

"you did because your dumbass ran away from me when i said i liked you so now i'm here, confessing my undeniable love for you because you can't and quite frankly, corbyn is about to bite my head off so i'm here, and i'm going to stay here regardless of how this goes because i lost my wallet and my credit card so i had to pause it and now i'm rambling, jonah i love you."

"eben."

"if you run away from me again i swear to god i'm going to bash your face in, let me speak and stay right there."

jonah bit back a smile.

"okay." eben breathed out. "since we can now confirm that you won't leave the state when you have a crisis, i say this again. i love you. and i have loved you for, actually, since you got together with tate, and i had to sit there with a happy smile, pretending like my poor little heart wasn't about to explode out of my chest. and then you guys broke up and i thought this is my chance but you looked like someone just stole wes and i couldn't just.." he sighed, taking in a deep breath before continuing. "so, i did what i do best and bottled up my feelings until zoe told me not to do that, so i went to her house more and more which is why you probably think i like her, which i don't."

jonah rolled his eyes.

"and then you! evil terrible horrible you had to go post those shirtless pictures of you in bed for lotus inn and made me have a whole breakdown and then you left and i was alone for nine days drinking way too much tequila for my liver to handle and contemplating my life until i bought a ticket and now i'm here, confessing my love to you and hoping it doesn't blow up in my face because my heart has told me that she just can't handle that anymore so," eben paused to take a deep breath. "...yeah that's about it."

"can i speak now?" jonah asked, sitting down on the porch, shoving his hands in his sweater. eben nodded his head. "i was absolutely convinced you didn't like me."

"wow, twins."

"maybe because of the break up with tate and that it still felt fresh, maybe because the amount of people who have played with my heart in the past, and you saying you liked me— love me, scared me. i don't know. so i went to my safe place, which would be my mother's arms, and i didn't mean to ignore your calls or texts i just... i don't know, there isn't really a good excuse for that." jonah looked up at him. "i do love you, e. like, a lot. and it scares me because one day you'll end up getting sick of me, and just leave me in the dust."

commitment issues. fun right?

"but i do love you. more than words can describe. you make me feel safe, you make me feel whole, and i haven't had that in forever. i'm scared, so scared, but i'm willing to try, and do all the sappy shit with you." he teased lightly, not missing the way his face lit up.