"You love Jake?" She asks in a tone I recognized. It was the same tone she spoke in when I first told her about my crush on Jake. It was a tone that made it sound like she was amazed that her baby was feeling such strong emotions but also a realization in the fact that her baby was growing up.
"That's what I'm not sure about. Yeah he makes me feel things and think theses I've never felt or thought before but how am I supposed to compare it to love when I've never had it before.
Plus if I do love him how do I know how to tell him and when to tell him?" I ramble to her in complete haste. My mom grabs ahold of my shaking hands before looking me in the eyes and shushing me.
"First of all, just breathe." I do as she says, before nodding at her to continue. "How does he make you feel? Besides the obvious butterflies." She asks me with a soft smile, eyes still locked onto mine. I take a deep breath before unleashing my thoughts.
"When you were with dad...did your fingertips feel like they were buzzing? Like with electricity because all you want is to touch him. To hold him just because touching him is the greatest comfort and joy you've ever experienced. And then your feet are just waiting to pound the pavement as soon as you wake up because you want the first thing you see to be him so you wanna get to him as soon as possible.
Your eyes are always laser focused for him for the sole reason that you can't ever get enough of the sight of him. Everytime you catch a glimpse of him you're memorizing his entire appearance because you want to dream every moment you spend together every night.
And your lips...they smile more than they ever have, talk more because you guys can talk forever and more laughs escape from them because spending time with him is just time best spent.... and because you love kissing him. All of him because his flaws are perfect and a part of him and that's completely okay with you because he's perfect.
But your heart....it's a complete rollercoaster. One minute it's beating fine and then he's around and your heart is running 80 miles a minutes and he's saying dumb things and he gets faster. Or you're having the worst time of your life and you're anxious but then he says something, or does something, or he's just simply there and everything's better because you have someone to hold onto if you stumble and if you fall he'll be there attending to your cuts and scrapes.
Your heart feels fuller...more active than ever and that's okay because of him. And most of all your heart just feels more hopeful with him. Like you hope there's a lot more time together in the future because losing this feeling is the scariest thing in the world." I finish with my head down lost in my thoughts. I feel my mom's right hand leave mine and lift my face to make eye contact again.
She's crying. "Devon, baby...you know what love is." She says sweetly. Oh. "But that's like...a lot." I say nervously. She laughs at me. "Devon it's love. All those many things together..that make "you heart feel fuller", it's love. Of course it's a lot, no one should have a love that doesn't make them feel a lot. Loves supposed to fill your heart with the most spontaneous feelings you want.
And you found that...in Jake." She explains. Jake. My throat closes up at his name. "Jake...how do I know he feels that too?" I ask, fear clearly evident in my voice as my voice shakes slightly. "You talk to him." She replies easily. "But I know he does." She says to me. I smile weakly at her before reaching up and wiping the rest of her tears.
She leans over and kisses my forehead before hugging me. "Talk to him." She says after letting go.
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Jake's pov
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"I'm Thinking This Is a Problem We Can Solve Together" (Jevon One-shots)
FanfictionStories of my fave horror gays known as Jake Wheeler and Devon Evans from the Chucky series because they stole my heart and can keep it entirely (& why not)
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