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Chapter 2: Jerome's Contemplation

*Jerome’s P.O.V.*

I ended the call and began looking around. I had to pack my entire apartment in a day, get the essentials, and find a cheap plane ticket. I decided to go take Cocoa to my parent’s house before I started this complete madness.

*1 hour later*

I had just dropped Coco off when my phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jerome. Want to go get some coffee? I just finished recording with Quentin and I could use some.” It was Adam. I assumed Alesa was still at work.

“Sure. I wanted to talk to you anyways. I’ll meet you at the Starbucks on 7th street.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there in bit Fluffy.” He hung up.
The weather outside was progressively getting worse. I needed to talk to someone about Mitch… Hopefully Adam would listen. I turned the radio to 101.4 and blasted the music as my hands began to clench the wheel harder and harder.
I haven’t told anyone of my feelings for Mitch. It started about a year ago after a night of recording…

*Flashback- Jerome’s Perspective*

“Jerome, can I talk to you about something? It’s pretty serious.” Mitch’s eyes were so filled with fear. What could he say to me that would cause this much pain?

“Of course, you can tell me anything. You know I’m here to help.”

“I haven’t talked to anyone about this before other than my family. But, in high school I was walking on a bridge with one of my friends. It was icy from our latest storm. He had shoved me and I fell from the bridge.” He swallowed hard, trying to keep a lump from within his chest taking away his voice, and bringing tears. “I lost my memory from falling on the ice bellow the bridge. The ice broke and I nearly froze to death. Or that’s what I was told in the hospital…” Mitch was crying now. “It was just before graduation. All of my friends visit me, but it meant nothing. They came expecting me to remember them; for their face to be the exception of my memory loss. Even my family.” He looked straight into the camera. “I was never the same. They wanted the old me, the Mitch before the bridge. The Mitch with memory.”

Mitch was sobbing on his keyboard, now unable to speak. I was clueless. I had no idea what to say.

“So, that’s why you don’t talk about your high school life, or family?”

He nodded as he looked up and wiped away his own tears.

*End Flashback*

I should have gone to him then. I should have been the one to wipe away his tears along with his worries and sorrows. He trusted me as a friend to comfort him, and I sat there, clueless; afraid of the feelings that I felt this very moment.
I turned into the Starbucks and saw Adam in my rearview mirror. I then realized that I was crying. I had to compose myself before Adam came to great me.

“Sup man!” Adam opened my door and gave me a bro hug.

“Haha hey what’s up?”

“Nothing, I wanted to get some coffee before I started recording again though. How about you?” We both walked in the door.

I turned to look at Adam. “Well, I have some news. I figured now would be a good time to talk about it.”

We both ordered our coffees and sat at a long table with 2 spare chairs, but before I could say anything, Adam cut me off.

“Why were you crying in the car?” He looked up with worried eyes.

I had the blankest expression. He had noticed? “You saw that, huh?”

He nodded his head and took a sip of coffee. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.” I took a sip. “So, I’m heading to LA early to go hang with Mitch and go house hunting early.”

“That’s awesome! But, why were you crying?” Adam was trying to figure me out just by looking. I can’t blame his worried tendencies. I hardly show any emotion then all of a sudden I pull up crying like a child? Definitely worrisome.

So I told him. I told him about Mitch coming to me in his time of need. I told him how I’ve felt the last year. I told him of how much I love Mitch.

“Wow… I can’t believe it. I mean, I can, but… what I’m trying to say is that I’m happy for you.” Adam generously gave me a smile.

“Really?” I couldn’t believe he was this supportive. Of course it was Adam, but this was such big news and I expected the WTF factor to take over.

“Did you think I wouldn’t support you? I got your back. Wait, so are you going to tell him when you’re looking for houses or at all?”

“I’m not sure yet. If I knew how he felt, then I would tell him in an instant. I just can’t risk my best friendship.”

“I understand. That was me back in high school. Alesa was my high school crush and I only just got the nerve to tell her how I feel about a month ago. Take it from me though… don’t wait years to show how much you love him.”

“Thanks Adam. I hope this will end well.” We began to drink our coffee in a somewhat awkward silence. “Oh, can you help me pack up my apartment while I search for plane tickets? I have a lot to do in two days.”

“Yeah no problem. I can be over there in about 2 hours with another set of helping hands.” Adam took his phone out and began texting who I assumed was Alesa.

We stood up and exchanged hugs. “Thanks man. I’ll see you in a bit.”

We got in our cars and drove separate ways. I had a lot of work ahead of me.

Description
Chapter 2: Jerome's Contemplation

*Jerome’s P.O.V.*

I ended the call and began looking around. I had to pack my entire apartment in a day, get the essentials, and find a cheap plane ticket. I decided to go take Cocoa to my parent’s house before I started this complete madness.

*1 hour later*

I had just dropped Coco off when my phone began to ring.

“Hello?”

“Hey Jerome. Want to go get some coffee? I just finished recording with Quentin and I could use some.” It was Adam. I assumed Alesa was still at work.

“Sure. I wanted to talk to you anyways. I’ll meet you at the Starbucks on 7th street.”

“Okay. I’ll see you there in bit Fluffy.” He hung up.
The weather outside was progressively getting worse. I needed to talk to someone about Mitch… Hopefully Adam would listen. I turned the radio to 101.4 and blasted the music as my hands began to clench the wheel harder and harder.
I haven’t told anyone of my feelings for Mitch. It started about a year ago after a night of recording…

*Flashback- Jerome’s Perspective*

“Jerome, can I talk to you about something? It’s pretty serious.” Mitch’s eyes were so filled with fear. What could he say to me that would cause this much pain?

“Of course, you can tell me anything. You know I’m here to help.”

“I haven’t talked to anyone about this before other than my family. But, in high school I was walking on a bridge with one of my friends. It was icy from our latest storm. He had shoved me and I fell from the bridge.” He swallowed hard, trying to keep a lump from within his chest taking away his voice, and bringing tears. “I lost my memory from falling on the ice bellow the bridge. The ice broke and I nearly froze to death. Or that’s what I was told in the hospital…” Mitch was crying now. “It was just before graduation. All of my friends visit me, but it meant nothing. They came expecting me to remember them; for their face to be the exception of my memory loss. Even my family.” He looked straight into the camera. “I was never the same. They wanted the old me, the Mitch before the bridge. The Mitch with memory.”

Mitch was sobbing on his keyboard, now unable to speak. I was clueless. I had no idea what to say.

“So, that’s why you don’t talk about your high school life, or family?”

He nodded as he looked up and wiped away his own tears.

*End Flashback*

I should have gone to him then. I should have been the one to wipe away his tears along with his worries and sorrows. He trusted me as a friend to comfort him, and I sat there, clueless; afraid of the feelings that I felt this very moment.
I turned into the Starbucks and saw Adam in my rearview mirror. I then realized that I was crying. I had to compose myself before Adam came to great me.

“Sup man!” Adam opened my door and gave me a bro hug.

“Haha hey what’s up?”

“Nothing, I wanted to get some coffee before I started recording again though. How about you?” We both walked in the door.

I turned to look at Adam. “Well, I have some news. I figured now would be a good time to talk about it.”

We both ordered our coffees and sat at a long table with 2 spare chairs, but before I could say anything, Adam cut me off.

“Why were you crying in the car?” He looked up with worried eyes.

I had the blankest expression. He had noticed? “You saw that, huh?”

He nodded his head and took a sip of coffee. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually.” I took a sip. “So, I’m heading to LA early to go hang with Mitch and go house hunting early.”

“That’s awesome! But, why were you crying?” Adam was trying to figure me out just by looking. I can’t blame his worried tendencies. I hardly show any emotion then all of a sudden I pull up crying like a child? Definitely worrisome.

So I told him. I told him about Mitch coming to me in his time of need. I told him how I’ve felt the last year. I told him of how much I love Mitch.

“Wow… I can’t believe it. I mean, I can, but… what I’m trying to say is that I’m happy for you.” Adam generously gave me a smile.

“Really?” I couldn’t believe he was this supportive. Of course it was Adam, but this was such big news and I expected the WTF factor to take over.

“Did you think I wouldn’t support you? I got your back. Wait, so are you going to tell him when you’re looking for houses or at all?”

“I’m not sure yet. If I knew how he felt, then I would tell him in an instant. I just can’t risk my best friendship.”

“I understand. That was me back in high school. Alesa was my high school crush and I only just got the nerve to tell her how I feel about a month ago. Take it from me though… don’t wait years to show how much you love him.”

“Thanks Adam. I hope this will end well.” We began to drink our coffee in a somewhat awkward silence. “Oh, can you help me pack up my apartment while I search for plane tickets? I have a lot to do in two days.”

“Yeah no problem. I can be over there in about 2 hours with another set of helping hands.” Adam took his phone out and began texting who I assumed was Alesa.

We stood up and exchanged hugs. “Thanks man. I’ll see you in a bit.”

We got in our cars and drove separate ways. I had a lot of work ahead of me.