
Band: Mest
Pairing: Matt/Jeremiah
Rating: PG
Dated: October 24, 2003
Summary: Yeah, this is a short thing I just wrote when I really
should be sleeping. It's about 800 words, not alot. Could call it a drabble maybe?
Inspired by the song "This Song Brought To You By A Falling Bomb" by Thursday.
My mind made up the scene of Jere walking when I heard that song so
I just wrote and this is what came up. It’s way too sappy lol.
Disclaimer:
This is fiction. It never happened and I am in no way affiliated with
Mest. They are not in homosexual relationships with each
other and no you may not copy parts of my fiction to use in your own!
And Then After
He walks down the street- stepping over the potholes and puddles, the earth damp from the rain the night before. His beat up Chucks scuffing along the asphalt. He turns the corner heading down another near empty street. A garbage truck starting the pick up early today and a few people leaving their homes. He winces at the piercing beep as the truck begins to back up, the shrill sound breaking the cold, damp, silent morning air.
They had been sitting in the kitchen and the appearance of the rising sun through the bay window was like a sign to Jeremiah, urging him to take his leave. No words had been recently spoken, both the men exhausted. He left Matt sitting in the cold house. The sound of him picking up his keys had hung in the air long after the door shut behind him.
It’s been a long night and an even longer fight. They hadn’t slept. Surely the neighbors heard the yelling but it came after weeks of skirting around the issues. It had to all come out at some point and neither of them had anticipated the harsh words would be spoken this soon. It was all out in the open now- waiting to be resolved, both sides having heard the other’s judgments and pleas.
But, where to begin?
He doesn’t want to think anymore. But it’s all he can do.
He hangs this head further and watches the ground moving in front of his feet, listening to his footsteps. Trying to urge them louder- in a way to make the sound drown out the running of thoughts through his head. Never ceasing.
He feels the vibration of the phone in his back pocket. He doesn’t answer. Waits for it to stop. He knows who it is. Who else would it be?
He finally rounds the corner to the street that will take him home. His feet slowing. He closes his eyes as he feels the mist begin to gather, the air getting heavy and releasing the drops to the ground. He’ll be soaked by the time he reaches the house but that doesn’t speed up his course.
But he’s tired of the fighting. Always fighting. They fight over the little things now. Every day there’s a new objection or disagreement.
But he can’t do without it.
Jeremiah knows he can’t live without it. Live without Matt. They’ve been together so long. It seems so stupid to let the fights come between them. He’d be a wreck without Matt.
He’s been a wreck the past couple of months.
But he sees it now. What he has with the man he loves is far too much to just throw away, to give up on.
He’d rather fight with Matt for the rest of their lives, and then after, if it meant they were still together.
His feet have carried him back home, damp clothes and an hour after he left. He stops in front of the house. Watching the beads of water roll off their cars and the leaves on the big tree shake with every water drop.
He takes a deep breath. Smelling the rain. Clearing his head.
He can’t be without him.
Jeremiah slowly walks up the driveway, picking up the newspaper from the porch. He opens the door silently, shutting it the same and dropping the paper along with his shoes and damp sweatshirt to the floor. He closes his eyes and pushes his hair off his face, he feels instantly tired. The pain coming through in his eyes and throat from the night.
He finally enters the house, noticing how warm it seems all of a sudden. He feels almost calm. He slowly walks into the living room, his eyes meeting Matt’s.
Matt is sitting on the couch, looking as though he’s a rag doll placed there. He doesn’t move. His eyes are bloodshot and his features tired as well.
Jere’s heart aches. Aches not because of hate or pain, but of sorrow that he considered giving this up.
Deep down, he lives for the fights. It gives him a sense of comfort that Matt too would rather fight than part.
Jere swallows and takes a step, one and another until he’s in front of Matt. He pauses a second before sinking down into Matt’s lap, Matt still unmoving.
But his eyes are curious and his heart is soothed with the feel of Jeremiah against him.
“I’m sorry,” Jere begins to say, but the night as left his voice strained. A reminder to Matt who cringes when the words come out as airy whispering. Jeremiah swallows again, “I’m sorry, I’d rather fight with you than not have you.”
Matt accepts Jeremiah into his arms, murmuring against his damp hair. “Even if we fight the rest of our lives?”
Jeremiah nods, “And then after.”
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the end.
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