forum One on One - Romance - So very cliche because I need it right now

Started December 03, 2018 by @Every_Fandom_Ever_

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"Okay." He let silence pass between them before sniffing a little. "I'll head over then."

"Drive safe love. I'll be waiting out front." She smiled a little despite knowing he couldn't see her. "I love you."

"Okay." Right before hanging up he responded. "Love you too." He clicked the button and put his phone away. He started the car and began to drive to her house in silence, not wanting to wake Amelia up.

She stepped onto the front porch, waiting quietly for him to show up. What could've happened though??

He drove up and into her driveway. Seeing her standing there brought a small smile to his face that quickly faded. He got out of the car and began to get Amelia out. He slid his arms beneath her and picked her up with ease. After closing the car door behind her, he turned to Ivy. His voice was faded and cracked, but he managed to say something. "Hey. Thanks again."

"Not a problem. You can take her up to my room. I assume you'll want to be with her so either sleep on the bed with her or I'll set something up."

He nodded. "I don't think I'll sleep tonight though." He was being honest about that. His mind would either be racing too fast or going too slow for him to realize he needed to sleep.

She sighed slowly. "Neither will I. It's just one of those nights."

"Yeah…" He realized that he hadn't told her yet. "I'll explain inside once I've put her down."

"Oh, right." She opened the door and headed back inside, sitting on the couch awkwardly. She never knew how to react in these kinds of scenarios.

He did as she had said to and taken Amelia up to her room. He gently laid her on her bed, pulling the covers over top of her. "Night, Amelia." He planted a gentle kiss on her forehead before heading back to Ivy. His knees seemed to give out, and he collapsed on the cough next to her with a sigh.

She chewed on her thumbnail slowly. It wasn't often that boys made her nervous but being alone with one, especially one that was now her boyfriend, made her extremely nervous.

"I'm sorry to bring this onto you. I tried to call Zavian, but his house is under renovations. I don't really have anyone else besides him and you." He let silence fill the moment for a second. "Amelia called saying it was my mom and that I needed to rush home, and so I did. My mom was just kinda laying there. I called 911, but they didn't get there in time." A tear silently fell, but he quickly wiped it away. I didn't get there in time.

She wrapped her arms around him slowly. "It's okay, shhh. You don't have to explain to me. It's going to be painful to talk about, just let it be."

Jackson just sunk into her. She was right. He could feel his heart ache and head throne with pain. The ringing in his ears was still there. He squeezed his eyes shut and wished it would all just go away. That Amelia would have no reason to cry when she woke up.

She hummed softly, a small relaxing tune that her own sisters sang to her when she was upset when she was younger.

Jackson curled up a little. A familiar memory floated to the top of his head. It was of his mother singing a lullaby to Amelia when she was a baby. He squeezed his eyes shut as much as he could to shut it out, but it kept coming back.

"Please come back for me after you've gone. // I won't forget all you little smiles. // If only, if only, you'd remember, my son. // After I've gone and left you."

She laid her head on his shoulder, still humming lightly. She'd stay there as long as he wanted just to be with him. She wasn't good at comforting but she was trying.

Jackson sat there, glad to have someone there. He was glad it was hers. He could feel his eyes drooping, even though he could have sworn that he wasn't tired at all.

She didn't mind spending the night comforting him. It was unlikely she'd be able to sleep tonight for reasons she never understood but if it meant she got to watch over him, then she was more than happy to pay the price.

He didn't want to sleep. He wanted to refuse the blurriness of his vision because he knew he'd probably wake up later. Still, his eyes drooped further and further until they were closed and his breathing slowed.

She noticed he'd fallen asleep and smiled a little. She kissed his cheek and stood, padding upstairs quietly to the bathroom. She opened the window and shuddered slightly as the cool, late summer air filtered past her. She hopped up onto the ledge and hoisted herself onto the roof. She laid down and looked up at the sky, just watching the stars like she always did when she couldn't sleep.

Jackson hadn't felt her get up. In fact, his dream seemed too vivid for him to feel any part of reality.

It was a memory of years before, before his dad left. The day before. He could hear the yelling from upstairs in his room, but by now it was normal. They had been going for months now.

He turned a little in his sleep, already uncomfortable with the scene.

His small hand opened the door wider too see them raising their voices.

And then he hit her.

She stood there, unsure of what to do. As did Jackson. He wanted to race to her and hug her by the legs. But he didn't. Fear kept him there. He couldn't talk or move.

His father took a bag off the couch and walked out the door never to return again.

His memories continued to flash after that. How he began to ramble more after that to fill the silence his mom chose to keep. When his mom had come home after spending the night…somewhere. He didn't find out until it was obvious she was preganant.

He turned again, his body tensing up a little.

It came to the day Amelia was born. He couldn't take it after that, all the moments that it felt like his mother was neglecting him turned to moments he needed to take care of Amelia. He loved Amelia, but hated the feeling.

She laid there for a couple more minutes, just relaxing until… "Hey princess." An oh so familiar voice purred in her ear. She nearly screamed, he startled her so badly. "Goddamn it Zach you scared the hell out of me!" The familiar boy simply laughed. "I do that a lot." "Yeah, unfortunately. Why are you here?" "I can't come see my favorite girl?" "Considering you're not even real, yes." Zach wasn't fictional, he was dead. A boy who had lived in this house years ago but was killed and now haunted the place. Of course, she was the only one who could see him.

His mind chose all the work memories for the night. For some reason, he never truly dreamt. His mind just took memories and replayed them, occasionally tweaking them to make them so much worse.

He twisted and turned more in his sleep, trying to find someway to stop it. To stop dreaming.