— Jason —
I woke up the next morning and luckily it was Saturday and I didn’t have work or school. I was almost done with college and had a semester and a half left to go before I got my PhD and would finally be done.
I called my parents to see how they were doing as I usually did every few days. I hadn’t been home to visit in a while. My parents after I went to college and my sister graduated high school and went off herself, they moved to Texas for my dad’s new job. Of course I went off to college in Georgia to be around John but some good that worked out now. But it’s ok. I’m able to finish my degree here and I don’t plan on moving any time soon. I’ve grown to love Atlanta and being with the familiar right now just works.
“Jason!” I heard my mom in the other end of the phone. “Hey mom.” I replied. “I miss my baby boy so much!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not the baby mom….” “Well you are my baby boy and I can call you that even if you think you’re grown at 24!” I heard her chuckle and it made me laugh. Man how I missed my mom. “Hey bud how’s it going?” I could heard my dad’s voice chiming in. “I’m good dad. Just enjoying the day so far.” “That’s good. I heard your mom on the phone with you so I wanted to say hi. Well I’ll let you two get back to it. Your brother is on his way over to help me outside. Talk soon Jason!” My older brother ended up also gettin a new job with the same company my dad did once he was out of college so he moved to Texas with my parents.
“I know you don’t like it when I mention…” ugh I knew she was going to bring up John in some way. She keeps telling me that there’s hope. One day John will realize and come back to me. And I used to believe that but after two years I’m very doubtful myself. “It’s ok. What about him?” “I ran into his mom yesterday! And we went to lunch and it was the best time!” “Oh. I didn’t realize they were that close to you guys….” Great. Our mom’s getting involved. As much as I love John’s mom like a second mom, I just was not comfortable with the thought of them discussing us but oh well it’s going to happen id I like it or not. “Yeah it was nice. Anyway. When are you going to come see the house? You have yet to come visit since we moved here! It’s always been us coming to you sir! I need my boy home for a few days!” I sighed. “I know mom. I actually do have a few days coming up that I could possibly manage to fly out there and see you guys.” I spoke. “Yay!! When!? Your sister is coming next week for a few days and it would be so perfect to have all three of my babies in the house again!!” I chuckled. I guess I was going to Houston!
— John —
Fucking flight from Seattle to Atlanta was delayed for 6 hours. So instead of getting home at a decent hour we finally arrived around 7am and I was beat. We got off the plane and onto the team bus and headed back to Truist Park. Once we got back to the stadium we all said our goodbyes and got in our vehicles and hauled ass home.
I walked into my “new” apartment. Flipped the lights on and dropped my stuff by the door. Jason hated when I did that, I hated that I still remembered. Ugh I miss him. I miss that cocky grin he’d get when I’d walk in from practice or an out of town game. That apartment, his apartment now, always felt like home. This place just feels stale and sanitary. I hadn’t bothered unpacking boxes in the rooms. Yeah I know it’s been 2 years but still…I’m always on the go or too tired to care. I dig when I need something.
I hadn’t been home all week and I was starving. I opened the fridge and “oh my god” I said out loud. It stunk. I grabbed a trash bag and emptied out the fridge. I know I’m a bit of a slob but I’ve been trying to work on it. I plugged in my phone and hooked it up to my Bluetooth speaker and started playing music while I unpacked my bags from the last few games. I threw what I could wash myself into the washer and put everything else I could in a bag to take to practice to be cleaned.
I sat on the couch with a beer, the only thing I had left in my fridge after cleaning it out, and relaxed. That’s when I heard the song. Again. It’s so cliché but this song really was our song. I just closed my eyes and laid my head back and listened as the tears formed again.
I was humming along…
I'll be the one (I'll be the one)
Who will make all your sorrows undone
I'll be the light (I'll be the light)
When you feel like there's nowhere to run
I'll be the one
To hold you
And make sure that you'll be alright
'Cause my fear is gone
And I want to take you from darkness to light
Once the song was over I wiped my tears. That song may be by the BSB’s but it was our song. After all of our troubles in the past and what we were to eachother it was perfect. I just sat there thinking. I have to make this right finally. I miss him. So much.
— Jason —
Somehow I was convinced to fly to Houston so see my folks and the new place. I breezed through Bush Intercontinental security and sat down waiting for my flight. As I was sitting there I kept noticed this guy slowly getting closer. I shook it off thinking nothing much of it. A few minutes go by and I see him taking a picture with his phone. “What the fuck…” I’m thinking.
He walks by and slowly get my attention. “Hey. You’re Jason Carpenter right?” At this point I’m a little freaked out as to how this complete stranger knows my name and who I am. “Umm yes. What…I mean how can I help you?” He looked around and sat next to me with no sense of personal space. “Thought so.” He grinned. I was looking at him. “So what do you want?” I asked flatly. “Oh I just wanted to ask you about John Right….” I swallowed dryly. “Umm what about him? The baseball player?” I was freaked out. Why was this guy asking about John. Oh shit. Did this guy figure out what we had once been to eachother?
“Yeah. I know about you two and just so you know….theres a big story coming up soon. About how he’s been in a slump playing for the past two years….right around the time….” Fuck. I knew where he was going with this. “You two were last spotted together. And then all of a sudden….poof! You’re gone and no where to be seen and he starts playing like shit.” “What do you want? I’m not the star here. I haven’t spoken to him in a while and I have nothing else to say other than that.” I was trying not to say too much that could be misconstrued.
He grinned. “You said more than enough. Thanks. And you’re much hotter in person Jason. Photos don’t do you justice…” And he got up and walked away. I was sitting there dumbfounded. Great. 2 years later and I’m still dealing with the breakup. Just now fuck people may actually know. But then again. Why was I worried? I wanted John to come out, just like he told me would, then he didn’t and took that stupid agents of his advice, and we broke up. Fuck Eric I hated that slimy bastard. But I also knew how much he wasn’t ready and this could devastate him at the same time. I should tell him….
Right then I heard the announcer: “Flight 1656 to Houston is now boarding.” Shit I told myself. I grabbed my stuff and shoved my phone back in my pocket. It’ll have to wait I guess. Then I went and boarded the plane.
— John —
We were scheduled to fly to Houston and play the Astros. My mom and sister had moved there with my stepdad. I hadn’t seen them in a few weeks so I flew in alone a few days early to spend it with them before our 3 games series began. I hate airports when alone. As much of a baseball guy I am and don’t mind the crowds watching me play, once I’m alone and with other people I get paranoid and anxious around large crowds. Especially now that I’m famous. I had sunglasses, hat and hoodie on. I had my backpack slung on one shoulder and was pulling my suitcase with my other hand. My gear was coming with the team so I didn’t need to haul it through the airport. Thank goodness.
I was running a bit late as I heard them call the flight. “Flight 1656 to Houston is now boarding.” Fuck better hurry up. I was walking and then some guy who was on his phone ran into me. “Whoa dude watch where you’re going!” I told him. He apologized and looked at me. He realized who I was and grinned. “Well how funny to see you here Mr. Right….” I looked at him and thought to myself “why would that be funny. Famous people are always spotted at airports…” “Umm ok. Well have a a good day and watch where you’re going next time” I told him. He nodded and I swear I got him taking my picture as I walked off. Fucking weirdo.
I boarded and got to my seat. I was fixing to sit down when I saw someone who looked familiar. Oh. Is that? Nah it can’t be him. I laughed and at down. That couldn’t have been Jason. Why would he be on this flight? I played it off and sat down and got comfortable. It was a two and a half hour flight so I planned to put my headphones in and take a nap the entire flight.
I fell asleep and my mind raced to thoughts of Jason. Thoughts of his perfectly sculpted ass and his gorgeous smile. Those luscious lips of his that I loved kissing and watching wrapped around my fat cock when he was sucking the life out of me. Fuck I missed him. I hadn’t had sex with anyone since our last round together in that shower when I fucked him and made him cum all over the shower wall. Mmm fuck I need Jason.
— Jason —
I sat down in my seat and I was getting my stuff settled. The pilot came on said we were getting ready to takeoff and for us to enjoy the flight to Houston. I was putting my headphones in my ears when the lady next to me started talking to the girl on the other side of her. “Omg! Did you hear who is supposedly on our flight!?” She said to the other girl. Now I was a little intrigued. Not ever day someone famous gets on the same plane as you do. The other girl giggled and responded. “Yeah! I saw him sit down a while ago. He’s so hot in person!! I can’t believe John Right of the Braves is on our flight!” I choked on my drink. They looked at me and asked if I was ok….”I’m ok! Thanks for checking.”
What the fuck. First the strange reporter/paparazzi asking me questions and then John actually being on this flight to Houston. What the fuck was he doing….
Mom!! I thought to myself.
I texted her. “Im on the plane and fixing to take off for Houston. Also….is there something that you aren’t telling me about this trip!?”
She just replied back: “Yay I can’t wait to see you!!! Have a safe flight. Your dad and brother will be there to pick you up after you land!”
“Mom! Enough. Did you do something? Why am I really being asked to come home?” I see the text bubbles blinking and stop. “Mom!” I texted and no response. I see what she’s doing.
I sighed and thought to myself. I haven't seen him in over 2 years and now we are on the same flight to Houston.
This couldn’t get any worse…could it?
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