Trouvaille (n.): 2/3
Lane: Of course you haven’t packed your record player yet. The clunkiest thing in this entire room and you choose to pack it last.
Jamie: The sound quality is better and no one can convince me otherwise. Now shut it and pick an LP.
Lane: ... Can I stay the night?
Jamie: I would love that. We have to drive past your parents’ farm on the way out of town tomorrow, anyway, so Mom should be okay with it.
Lane: I hate how casual you’re being about this.
Jamie: ... I’m leaving tomorrow, remember?
Lane: Yeah, I remember. Don’t remind me.
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Lane: Lia said you’ve known for a month. That your dad got the job in July and they gave him a month to get out there for his first day.
Jamie: Yes. That’s true.
Lane: Were you ever going to tell me? Or were you just going to disappear?! God--fuck!
Jamie: Laney--
Lane: You do not get to call me that right now.
Jamie: -sighs- Lane, you need to breathe. You’re getting worked up.
Lane: Breathe? Fucking breathe?! Jesus, Jamie, you’re moving across the country and you didn’t tell me! Of course I’m worked up!
Jamie: I--I don’t know what you want me to say.
Jamie: Mom told us and--and I didn’t want to go. I don’t think it’s a good idea. But-- -sighs- the girls are excited. And Mom’s super supportive of Dad’s new job. I don’t want to be the only one screaming ‘red flags! Red flags!’ And ruin it for everyone. Then I realized I had to tell you. And-- I’m ashamed of how I handled this, but I thought if I could just pretend I wasn’t going a little longer that I wouldn’t have to go.
Jamie: I was going to tell you! Last Thursday, when I picked you up from work. I had a whole speech prepared. But--but I lost my nerve. I chickened out. We were having such a nice time and I--I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t know if I was going to get to have that again. It was selfish. I never meant for you to find out this way, Lane, I swear.
Lane: You’re leaving tomorrow, Jamie.
Lane: God, I--I am so mad at you right now. I want to just walk out that door and never come back.
Jamie: ...But?
Lane: But I know I’m going to miss you like hell. And maybe I want to be a little selfish, too.
Jamie: Come sit with me? We can listen to music--I haven’t packed my record player yet.
Lane: Of course you haven’t packed your record player yet. The clunkiest thing in this entire room and you choose to pack it last.
Jamie: The sound quality is better and no one can convince me otherwise. Now shut it and pick an LP.
Lane: ... Can I stay the night?
Jamie: I would love that. We have to drive past your parents’ farm on the way out of town tomorrow, anyway, so Mom should be okay with it.
Lane: I hate how casual you’re being about this.
Jamie: ... I’m leaving tomorrow, remember?
Lane: Yeah, I remember. Don’t remind me.
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Trouvaille (n.): 3/3
We went for a drive, 2:30 in the morning
I kissed you, it was pouring
We held each other tight before the night was over
5:03am
August 24
the day Jamie leaves Brindleton Bay
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2:33am
5 hours until the McAlisters leave for Del Sol Valley
Lane: Jamie... Jaaamie... -whispering- Jamie, wake up. You can’t sleep.
Lane: Jamie, you gotta wake up. You leave soon.
Jamie: -snuffling- Hm?
Lane: Good morning, sunshine.
Jamie: What time is it?
Lane: 2:30. You fell asleep for about an hour.
Jamie: Sorry.
Lane: S’okay. You’re allowed to be tired. But you leave soon. And I’m selfish.
Jamie: -turns over- Can I tell you something?
Lane: Woah, sudden burst of energy much? -laughs- Of course you can.
Jamie: I’m gay.
Lane: I know.
Jamie: WHAT?! How did you know!
Lane: Wh-- I thought it was obvious!
Jamie: What?? What about my sexuality is ‘obvious?’
Lane: I dunno! You, like, stare at the track players at school, sometimes? Which, like, no shame, they’re kinda hot, but-- I don’t know! You’re gay! That makes sense in my brain!
Jamie: -falls on the bed- Oh my god I can’t believe you knew.
Lane: I mean, Jamie, my siblings are queer. Fuck, my sister has a girlfriend! How could I not notice my best friend goin’ around looking at track players’ butts?
Jamie: -laughs- Fuck you! Oh my god, I can’t believe you noticed. I thought I was being subtle, for god’s sake.
Lane: You are anything but, my friend.
4:38am
2 hours until the McAlisters leave for Del Sol Valley
Lane: You still awake?
Jamie: Yeah.
Lane: Can... Can I try something?
Jamie: Sure.
Lane: Just-- -Lane climbs on top of Jamie-
-they kiss-
Lane: -voice shaking- I wish you didn’t have to go tomorrow.
Jamie: Me neither, Laney. Me neither.
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Finifugal: (3/5)
The Tanner Farm
4 days before Jamie leaves for Del Sol
Lia: ...Okay. I just--he’s so... attached to you. I’m worried how he might take it.
Jamie: Me, too, Lia. I love him. He’s too good. He doesn’t deserve this.
Lia: That’s precisely why I’m worried.
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Lia: Exactly! That’s what I told him, but he didn’t want to listen. At least I got to make out with a senior. -giggles-
Lia: -Lia laughs- Oh my god, Laney told me about that! He said you, like, took a nosedive off that pool ledge.
Jamie: Lia?
Lia: Hey, Nat, my brother’s weird friend is here, let me call you back.
Jamie: -sighs- Lia--
Lia: Laney’s not here. He’s still at the clinic.
Jamie: Okay, thanks, See you around.
Lia: Jamie, just--why haven’t you told him?
Jamie: I don’t--I don’t know, Lia.
Jamie: I’m still dealing with it, took. I-- I don’t want to leave. I like my life here, my friends. Mom tells me it’ll all work out, but I’m not sure. I feel like... I feel like Del Sol is the worst place our family could go right now. And I’m expected to just... be okay with leaving my best friend? How the hell can I be accepted to tell him? “Oh, sorry, Lane, I know we’ve been friends for ten years, sorry, I gotta go!”
Lia: I get that, but-- you get where I’m coming from, right? Like he’s my brother and you’ve been lying to him--
Jamie: Okay, I get this lecture, like, everyday from my mom. Please not from you, too. I finally have the courage to tell him today, okay?
Lia: ...Okay. I just--he’s so... attached to you. I’m worried how he might take it.
Jamie: Me, too, Lia. I love him. He’s too good. He doesn’t deserve this.
Lia: That’s precisely why I’m worried.
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