Like Phil, I’d like to think that Jamie and Keeley still go to Brazil, in spite of the boys’ recent fuck-up, but I’d also like to think that Roy comes with them. Not because Jamie and Keeley can’t be friend on their own or wouldn’t have the best time doing Brazil together – they would! – but because I think Jamie might be conscious, given everything that’s gone down recently, of potentially upsetting what he currently perceives as a rather delicate balance.
Maybe he brings it up a few days later before they head over to Keeley’s for a joint apology, or maybe it happens already at the holy kebab place, once they’ve had a few bites and a chance to settle back into their normal; a little worse for wear, but with no lasting harm done.
And Jamie fiddles with his sleeves and makes little faces as he tries to decide what to say (and Roy notices and waits with some trepidation) and in the end he just comes right out and says it, because that’s what Jamie does, isn’t it?
“I asked Keeley to go to Brazil with me, for that Nike thing I’m doing.”
Roy blinks. He hadn’t known Jamie was doing a Nike thing. Jamie might have told him, but Roy usually stops listening whenever he starts blathering on about brands and clothes and shit, so yeah, if told he hadn’t heard.
“What did she say?” he asks after a slightly too long and awkward moment of Jamie looking up at him, almost through his fucking eyelashes, trying to gauge his reaction.
“She said yes.” And hastily, as if worried what Roy might say or do if given a moment to, he adds: “I didn’t do it to try to get back together or anything. I mean, I do wanna get back together and she’s my friend and I love her and I thought we’d have a great time, yeah, but also, she’s great at PR and all that stuff, so. Yeah. That’s why I asked her to come. Make sure I don’t fuck it up.”
And because you want her to be your girlfriend. Roy doesn’t say it, though. Neither of them want a repeat of what went down at the bar. This isn’t Jamie trying to goad him or hurt him, he’s pretty fucking sure of that, so he’ll listen carefully to everything Jamie has to say, and then he’ll react like a fucking grown-up.
Probably. Possibly.
“Anyway, I think you should, like, come with us.”
Fucking what now? “What?”
“You should come with me and Keeley to Brazil.” Jamie is nodding his head decisively, as if repeating the statement has fully convinced him of its veracity.
“You want me to come with you and Keeley to fucking Brazil?” Roy is aware of sounding like a demented parrot, but he doesn’t give a fuck, does he, because he doesn’t want there to be any fucking room for misinterpretation here.
Jamie doesn’t seem particularly concerned about Roy’s tone. Too used to it, probably. “Um, yeah. Yeah. I mean, probably can’t get Nike to pay for it, right, but you’re rich, so you can just get your own ticket and you can stay with me and Keeley in this villa they’ll set us up in. Can’t mind that.”
Which all sounds very reasonable, of course, but still doesn’t answer the most pressing question: “Why?”
Jamie makes a face. “What do you mean, why? Because I don’t want shit to be weird between us, mate. And I think it’d be weird if Keeley and I went away and you stayed here after what happened, you know. Besides,” he adds, and suddenly he looks slightly shy; younger than he actually is, and vulnerable, “It’d probably be fun, yeah? All three of us going, together. Because we’re friends and all.”
And there’s something sharp and jagged turning in Roy’s gut at that, because underneath Jamie’s claim there’s a note of uncertainty that Roy had no trouble whatsoever guessing the origin of, and he adds it to the long list of things he hates himself for.
He doesn’t know how to express any of that, so what he says is, “Yeah. I guess. I’ll think about it.”
Jamie’s grin is immediate and wide; relieved and triumphant in equal measure, like he’s already won – like he already knows for a fact that Roy’s going to say yes.
Roy can’t even find it in him to mind that the little prick is right.
And then they all go to Brazil and I’m currently thinking that nothing further really happened between them there, because apparently they all need to do a little more thinking and feeling and figuring themselves out, but I’m sure they still had a grand, grand time of it.
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I was tagged by @die-schwanenkoenigin - thank you for always tagging me.
Current book I’m reading: Technically Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann, it's been the same answer for almost two years now. Very much enjoying it (though I have no clue why), but also very much not actually reading it 99% of the time. However, my laptop needs to be repaired during which I will have to make do with a desktop computer which does not go well with me spending most of my time home in bed. So I should really dedicate that time to non-digital media and make some progress with the book.
Last song I listened to: Придёт вода - Yanka Dyagileva
Currently watching: Nothing really. I finished the new hbomberguy video this morning. I got halfway through Love at the End of the World on GagaOOLala last month and I really should pick it up again before my subscription runs out.
Current fic I’m reading: Just the new chapters for fics I am subscribed to. This morning I was up way too early, so I could read the latest insert cash or select payment type chapter.
Next on my watchlist: Cherry Magic - I am so excited for Saturday!
Current obsession: No active media obsession right now. Well, I suppose we can count Jeff Satur, that fucking menace. And real life stuff, lots of exhausting, not-fun obsessing on that front. I'd much rather it be about a silly gay show though.
tagging: @imminentinertia @hummingbooks @scarefox @sorry-bonebag @lady-guts @ilovetextingandscones
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Help, I can't stop imagining the pregnant!Maedhros idea as a terrible VC Andrews fusion fic. 🙃
I was basing it on Willie O Winsbury with more hurt/comfort flavors, I can offer you no help with your (pseudo-)incest.
So I'm thinking about this: Fëanor knows that a child needs two parents to support and nurture their fëa, that Maitimo is at risk of fading if he tries to support the child alone, and that Fëanor isn't the child's parent and so can't adequately support his grandbaby's fëa—just Maitimo's. Which means that someone will need to go get Findekáno in order to save Maitimo's life, and they need to do it now, and so Fëanor has to accept the inevitability that he can save his eldest son's life, and possibly his grandbaby's as well, or he can keep Fingolfin away, but he can't do both.
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