"lamp", jon/tom.
so i do this thing sometimes in class with my pen that is definitely fucking not taking notes. and this is the result of that. and i'm not sure if it even works as one "story" but they're connected in my head, so. blame tom for loving in utero and jon for being his best friend.
lamp
It's not the first time it happens but it still startles Jon fully awake to hear the slight tremor in Tom's normally drawling sort of voice when he simply says "Tell me something." Jon's not sure what's been happening and he feels disconnect, he feels too far from home even though they're just a state and a half away now but when he sits up and the only thing he can hear are foreign crickets and familiar breathing across a static-ridden phone line, that ache hits him hard and right below the chest.
"I miss it," he says and there's just enough of a pause afterwards that he knows Tom can hear the resounding home, us, you. He almost misses the "me too" strung through the crackling but he catches it just off the edge of his fingertips and it hits him hard and right below the heart.
He thinks of Tom in his room with all the lights off because that's sort of how Tom always liked everything and Jon figures why these are the only times Tom ever calls, wonders if he even looks when he dials Jon's number, wonders if Tom still has that scar just above his eyelid. "Tom, Tom." Jon waits a bit, Tom will never reply but he always waits. He always waits just in case. He climbs over ankles and matted hair to the van door, sliding it shut as quietly as possible and slides down on the grass and he's immediately itchy and tells Tom so and he also tells him how nice it is because it really is. "The sky's dark, you should see it. I mean, you can't really see it but it'd be nice if you could. It's one of those things you wish you could see." Pause. "I saw a kid today and it kept staring at me, I don't know. I sort of kept thinking maybe it was possessed or something, that you'd possessed it. You seem like you'd do some shit like that. Thanks buddy, it was real nice of you." He's talking sort of quietly and he doesn't know what he's saying but he knows Tom doesn't care but he hopes no one in the van can hear. "I. I don't know, are you still there?"
Tom sighs a little louder and hums.
"Okay, thank you." And Jon almost feels guilty because it's too loud, it's too quiet out here to say anything but he knows it's too quiet for Tom and so he needs to say everything and fuck, he just wishes he could be there too. "Just say something every once in a while so I know you're still with me."
2: soma
lamp
It's not the first time it happens but it still startles Jon fully awake to hear the slight tremor in Tom's normally drawling sort of voice when he simply says "Tell me something." Jon's not sure what's been happening and he feels disconnect, he feels too far from home even though they're just a state and a half away now but when he sits up and the only thing he can hear are foreign crickets and familiar breathing across a static-ridden phone line, that ache hits him hard and right below the chest.
"I miss it," he says and there's just enough of a pause afterwards that he knows Tom can hear the resounding home, us, you. He almost misses the "me too" strung through the crackling but he catches it just off the edge of his fingertips and it hits him hard and right below the heart.
He thinks of Tom in his room with all the lights off because that's sort of how Tom always liked everything and Jon figures why these are the only times Tom ever calls, wonders if he even looks when he dials Jon's number, wonders if Tom still has that scar just above his eyelid. "Tom, Tom." Jon waits a bit, Tom will never reply but he always waits. He always waits just in case. He climbs over ankles and matted hair to the van door, sliding it shut as quietly as possible and slides down on the grass and he's immediately itchy and tells Tom so and he also tells him how nice it is because it really is. "The sky's dark, you should see it. I mean, you can't really see it but it'd be nice if you could. It's one of those things you wish you could see." Pause. "I saw a kid today and it kept staring at me, I don't know. I sort of kept thinking maybe it was possessed or something, that you'd possessed it. You seem like you'd do some shit like that. Thanks buddy, it was real nice of you." He's talking sort of quietly and he doesn't know what he's saying but he knows Tom doesn't care but he hopes no one in the van can hear. "I. I don't know, are you still there?"
Tom sighs a little louder and hums.
"Okay, thank you." And Jon almost feels guilty because it's too loud, it's too quiet out here to say anything but he knows it's too quiet for Tom and so he needs to say everything and fuck, he just wishes he could be there too. "Just say something every once in a while so I know you're still with me."
2: soma