I brought my plate over to the sink, piling it on top of the rest. If I was going to miss anything, it would definitely be Mom's cooking. I don't know what we were going to do on the road, but I knew no matter what it was, it was going to make me miss home even more.

"Are you all packed?" Mom asked. "I can't believe you guys are really leaving." I peeked back at her, giving her a gentle smile as I leaned back against the counter.

"You knew this could have happened eventually." I laughed. "You really think Jake was just messing around in the garage all these years, just for fun?" She shook her head, giggling to herself.

"No." She sighed. "I knew, I just.. it's gonna be lonely here." I did feel bad, knowing that the three of us would all be gone at once. But.. she still had Dad, and Ronnie.

And it was only a few months, right?

"Well, you can come to some shows, if they're not too far away."

"I'd love to go to all of your shows, but.. I have to let you guys do your thing."

"You know we're gonna miss you too." I said softly, now avoiding her eyes. She always got overly emotional over things like this. The last thing I wanted was to see her start crying.

"Just promise me you guys will take care of yourself. And.. please watch Sam. You know how he gets." I couldn't help but laugh.

She wasn't wrong.

But I'm sure he'd be fine.

"Everything's gonna be fine, Mom." She nodded, holding her stare on me.

"So.. what's going on with you and Katie? You seemed like you had fun with her." My stomach dropped.

"Nothing." I said simply. "She.. she just asked me to go with her, so.. I did." She was quiet again, hoping for more, I assumed. But there was no more. And I really didn't want there to be.

I really didn't want to think about anyone else.

"Jake really seemed to have fun too." She said. "I'm glad Jaime got to get out of the house. It's too bad her mom couldn't come." I nodded, feeling my face get hot.

"Yeah."

"Honey, I know things are.. well, they're a little-"

"I'd rather not talk about it." I muttered.

"Okay. But.. are you okay?" I nodded, keeping my eyes down.

"He's probably going to be home soon. I think.. maybe you two should talk about everything. You are gonna be on the road together, so-"

"I.. I really don't want to talk about it." I said, pushing myself away from the counter and making my way upstairs.

Despite everything, I still just couldn't understand how this could happen. After all these years. Had they both just been.. holding these feelings in? Our whole lives? Had I always been her second choice? All of those moments between us.. had she always wished they were with him? I couldn't help but second guess everything now, but all I knew is despite all of that..

I would still miss her more than anything.

Every day without her hurt.

Maybe if I could just have a few minutes alone with her, so we could talk about everything. I just couldn't leave her for how many months with us being like this, all the while they were like that. I still couldn't tell if it was better or worse that if it was with anyone else but me, it was with him.

I had seen Jake with other girls, and the thought of anyone treating Jaime like that killed me. I would probably explode if I ever witnessed it, but knowing Jaime, I'm sure she would never tolerate that from anyone, especially Jake, after knowing him for all these years.

Maybe he really had changed.

For her sake, I really hope he had.

As I made my way upstairs, I saw Sam's door open, making my way over and leaning in the doorway.

"Hey.." I said. He instantly turned around in his chair, flashing me a smile.

"Hey, what's going on?" I shrugged, just needing some sort of company.

"You all packed?"

"You know I'm not packed." He laughed. "I still have two days."

"Technically, one day." He shrugged, giggling to himself as he turned back to his desk.

Sometimes I envied just how carefree he could be.

"How about you?" He asked. "You all ready?"

"I guess." I muttered. He turned back around.

"You've been a little.. I don't know.. off.. since the wedding."

"Yeah, well.." I sighed.

"They seemed like they had fun."

"Yeah, everyone seems to have noticed just how much fun they had." I snapped. "I'm sure they had an even better time after." He stared back up at me wide-eyed.

"After?"

"They got a room." His face dropped.

"Oh.."

No one has any idea just how much I've had to actively not think about them together. I knew what happened when people got a room after a wedding. It took everything in me not to lose it when she told me.

"Do you.. do you think they-"

"I really don't know." He said. "But.. maybe.. don't think about that."

"He doesn't tell you?" I pried, despite not wanting to know. He shook his head.

"No, he.. I haven't really gotten to talk to him. He.. spends all of his time.. with her now." My heart dropped.

"Well, at least it'll just be the four of us for a while." I said. He smirked back at me.

"Why don't you just.. talk to her. You know this is killing you."

"Of course it is." I muttered. "But that doesn't change anything." He shrugged.

"You never know. Maybe.. if she knew.." I shook my head.

"She knows how I feel..and she still picked him."

Jake reached over, frantically feeling around for his radio, turning it on, pushing the volume as loud as it could go. He hid his face in my neck, his muffled moans getting louder alongside my sharp breaths.

In these moments together, it didn't matter where we were, as far as I was concerned, it was just me and him.

"Jaime.." He sighed. I quickly pulled him into a passionate kiss, tightly tangling my fingers in his hair, his continuous moans escaping into my mouth.

"Shhhh.." I giggled, kissing him again. My heart jumped as he kissed me back harder, his lips moving down to my neck. His every touch made me feel as if at any moment I could combust. I reached around, grabbing onto him as he let out another quiet moan.

"You said to be quiet." I whispered, pulling him in closer. He sighed, kissing me again, even harder than before. His breaths got sharper as I felt it build, faster and faster, clinging to him tighter until I could only contain it for so long, letting out an intense cry of pleasure. He quickly pulled me into another deep kiss, trying his best to muffle my fulfilled moans, as I dug my nails into his back, savoring the overpowering feeling that radiated throughout my body.

He rolled over next to me, trying his best to mask his rapid breaths, pushing the hair out of his face. He reached over, pulling me into another long kiss until his lips curled into a smile.

"I love you." He sighed, moving in closer, leaning his forehead against mine. I stared back into his eyes, already in a daze to match his lustful expression.

"I love you more." I managed. He shook his head, giggling to himself.

"There's no way, Jaime. I have always loved you." My heart jumped. I reached over, gently caressing his face, pulling him back into a deep kiss. He didn't hesitate to kiss me back harder.

"So have I." I sighed. His smile grew as he leaned in, kissing me again before sitting back up, starting to get dressed.

"W-where are you going?" I asked. He smiled back at me as he went over to his desk, hesitating before picking up his journal, bringing it over to me. I sat up, pulling his blankets over to cover myself. He reached across the bed, grabbing his t-shirt and handed it back to me. I bit down on my lip, trying my best to contain my smile as I pulled it over my head.

"I.. I want you to have this." He said softly, handing the journal over to me, gently placing it in my lap.

"W-what?" I asked, looking down at it. It was the journal I had seen that night, the one he tried to hide from me. I smirked back up at him.

"I thought 'there was a line.'" I laughed. He shrugged, holding his stare on me.

"There is no line when it comes to you, Jaime. I told you.. I'd give you everything, and when I'm gone, I want you to have something to remember me by."

"Jake, I would never forget you-"

"Most of these entires are about you. So.. when I'm gone, I just.. want you to be able to read them. If you want to. I just.. I want you to know.. it's always been you."

I opened it, quickly flipping through to see that it was almost full. I tried my best to contain my tears, but it was no use.

"Is there.. anything in here that.. I wouldn't want to read?" I asked reluctantly, noticing just how far back it went back. He shook his head, giggling to himself.

"No, I've.. only ever written about you." He said, his cheeks burning red. "So when I'm gone, whenever you miss me.. I want you to read it." I wiped my eyes, smiling back at him.

"I'll be done in the first night." I sighed, feeling my heart get that much more heavy. As badly as I wanted to read it, that would mean he was finally gone, and I just knew.. I wasn't gonna be able to handle it.