Rating: probably PG-13 for language and such.
Summary: Jere believes in second chances. Written for __newday (I always get your name wrong cause I suck. obviously).
Note: This was written for the secret santa. I was told to write a drama and/or comedy...so I chose drama/angst? I dunno. Jere is NOT emo, he's a nerd. :D
”Come on! I have someone I want you to meet; I think you’ll like him.” It was all too familiar – like the day he met the only person he could say he truly loved. Jeremiah had always been one to please, though, so he just smiled and nodded as his friend led him through a swarm of people. The party itself was pretty lame – even for Jeremiah’s taste – but he decided to stick around to meet the person who his friend called his “fucking soul mate, man.” In those exact words too.
When they stopped, Jeremiah looked up to see the one person he was least expecting – the one person he forced from his thoughts the day that he broke his heart. There stood Matt with wide – and if Jeremiah didn’t know any better, he would have said innocent – eyes. No words; Jeremiah had no words, so he just stood there gaping as the people around him looked on like everything was wonderful. It wasn’t.
Matt opened his mouth to speak, but his words were lost amongst the crowd and smothered by the pounding bass – which was more from Jere’s rapid heartbeat than the actual music. As Matt stepped forward, Jeremiah stepped back, and he found himself bolting out of the building and into the street. He ran until he was away from the people, away from the noises, away from everything…because it all reminded him of a time that he didn’t want to be reminded of. It was all the same – the party, the introduction, the innocence - and to Jere, it felt like some sort of sick joke.
When he stopped he didn’t know where he was or how far he’d ran, but he pressed his back to a cool wall anyway. Jeremiah pushed his thick-framed glasses up on his nose while he looked around warily; he’d wondered all morning why he even bothered coming – he had a feeling that something bad was going to happen.
Matt was a liar and a cheat…no matter how cute he was.
So he shuffled his feet and shoved his hands into the pockets of his khakis in a nervous manner. What were the odds? What were the fucking odds of him meeting up with Matt after all this time? Three years to the day! Jere shook his head as previous feelings began creeping up – one night in particular caused his stomach to churn.
New Years Eve three years prior: it was obvious that Matt had had one-too-many drinks already, but the party boy in him told him that he could always handle ‘just one more’. Now, Jeremiah knew that Matt drank, but what Jeremiah didn’t know is that the partying would lead to ultimate deception.
The morning of the party they made love – just a tangle of limbs and fused lips until they brought each other to climax. With pink-tinted cheeks Matt rolled off of his boyfriend to grab a cigarette from the nightstand just as Jeremiah grabbed his glasses.
“You’re amazing,” Matt whispered, smiling when Jeremiah’s cheeks and neck flushed a deeper crimson. The smile he sported was irreplaceable – so genuine that Matt just had to lean in for a taste. He hoped that maybe it was contagious.
Jeremiah sat up, crouching at the foot of the bed with the covers pooled in his lap. “You make me that way,” he replied whole-heartedly, and he meant it; before Matt came around, Jeremiah only lived for work and his cat. They hadn’t said ‘I love you’ yet, but Jeremiah knew that he was in love. In fact, he had planned on saying it that night. Just as the ball dropped.
Matt let out a content sigh as he gazed at Jeremiah’s back. “Mm, I don’t know, babe – you were pretty damn amazing when I met you.” When Jeremiah turned to look at him, Matt just winked and took a long drag from his cigarette.
Jeremiah’s heart was in his throat, but he swallowed it down and smiled back; he was so tempted to just blurt it out right then and there. Instead, he settled for: “I’m going to take a shower.”
When he returned from his shower Matt was gone, but there was a note on his pillow which read:
Hey babe, sorry I had to run. Shelly called me in so I’m on duty till about six. Meet me at Nick’s tonight at eight. And wear something snazzy. There’s gonna be this huge party and we’re gonna be the hottest couple there.
Jeremiah laughed softly and let the paper slip from his fingers and flitter back onto the bed. He shuffled his way over to his closet afterwards, ‘this is going to be fun’ being his exact thoughts when he blankly studied the contents hanging in the open doors for a moment, his hands resting on his hips.
He spent literally all day fussing over what and what not to wear – something that was quite rare for him. He wanted to make an impression, though, and hopefully take Matt’s breath away. It wasn’t until six that he had finally decided on what to wear. When he was dressed he studied himself in the mirror.
He thought he looked…fashionable, to say the least – his torso covered in a stark-white dress-shirt and an argyle vest. Argyle was fashionable…right? Jere shook his head from the thoughts, and let his eyes wonder to the tan dress pants that he had to force himself to wear, and the shiny, newly-buffed dress shoes. After throwing on his glasses, the look was complete. He beamed at himself as he ran a slender hand through his semi-shaggy hair; even though the look seemed ‘nerdy’, he knew that Matt had a thing for the more professional look.
Closing the closet doors, Jeremiah left the mirror to reflect an empty room.
Two hours was a long time to wait – too long for Jeremiah, so he decided to surprise Matt at work. He quickly grabbed his coat, locked up, and headed toward his car. He was eerily cheery – even to himself. He sang along with the radio and danced in his seat, but there was something inside him that told him that the night was going to be just perfect.
When he pulled in front of Matt’s work he could see Matt through the window of the small barber shop, and he grinned to himself as he watched him. The hour or so that he had to wait went by pretty quickly because before he knew it, he was watching Matt slip on his coat and lock up. He quickly got out to open the door with a smile on his face – much like a chauffer would.
At first Matt was so intent on finding a cigarette in one of his pockets that he didn’t even notice Jeremiah until he cleared his throat. Matt’s eyes went wide when he saw Jeremiah standing there. “What’re you doing here?” he asked with a grin, walking toward Jeremiah and draping his arms around his neck as he pulled him in for a light kiss.
“I couldn’t wait two hours to see you,” Jeremiah admitted sheepishly – the grin that graced his cheeks caused Matt’s grin to broaden.
“You look hot,” Matt said with a smirk.
“So do you,” and with that, they both piled into Jeremiah’s car.
Until the party both Matt and Jeremiah decided to chill at Matt’s place so that he could get ready. Jeremiah already thought that he looked stunning, but when Matt exited the bathroom wearing a pair of gray Dickies and a plain, black t-shirt Jeremiah couldn’t pick his jaw up from the floor. He didn’t think it was possible for something so simple to be that beautiful.
“You ready to do this thang?” Matt asked playfully, bumping his hip into Jere’s.
“As ready as I’ll ever be,” Jere sighed. He wasn’t much of a party boy, but he’d do anything for his boyfriend.
In Jeremiah’s mind, the rest of the night was on fast-forward. That is, until it came to a screeching halt.
Eleven forty-five: Jeremiah had only allowed himself a few drinks the entire night so that he didn’t forget his plan. Matt, on the other hand, was absolutely hammered, and the fact that Jeremiah couldn’t find him made matters that much worse. The people around him were no help because half of them didn’t even know who Matt was, and the half that did had pretty much forgotten their own names by then. So Jeremiah stumbled through the grinding bodies and grinning faces until he found himself upstairs where the bass was low, and luckily, the body count was even lower.
Jeremiah kept checking his watch to make sure that he wasn’t going to miss his chance, but when he stumbled into a bedroom to see his shirtless boyfriend locking lips with a nameless blond everything – including time – stopped. Jeremiah let a small gasp fall from his lips, but turned and ran before even he could hear it. He looked back when he heard Matt call his name, but the sight of him just caused his stomach to clench tighter as he pushed his way through the crowd of people.
It felt like he had spun around and around, and then stopped, but the world around him just kept on.
Jeremiah’s eyes shot up when he heard the crunch of footsteps, and his heart fell at the sight of Matt’s face. “Don’t bother, Matt, honestly,” Jere mumbled as he turned away.
“Jere, can you just listen to me? I figured you’d be over this by now.” With those words, Jeremiah whipped around with narrowed, rage-filled eyes.
“Over it?” he growled. “I loved you, Matt!”
If ever there was a time that Jeremiah had seen Matt falter, it was then. He almost looked ghostly. “Yeah,” Jere let out after a moment with no response, and he turned so that his was back was, once again, facing Matt. “I planned on telling you that night—“
“I’m sorry,” Matt interjected, “I was hammered, I was horny—“
”And I was your fucking boyfriend,” Jere spat, his tongue laced with venom.
The only thing that stopped him from walking away was the feeling of a hand on his shoulder. Jere blinked away the feelings that were beginning to ball up in his chest before shrugging Matt’s hand off; there was absolutely no way that he could let Matt lure him in again. But Matt, he was persistent – he walked around so that he was standing directly in front of his ex with a soft look in his eyes. “I know it doesn’t change anything, but I loved you too,” Matt admitted.
Jeremiah didn’t look at him though; he just let his eyes wander to the street behind him. The words that Matt spoke were static. That’s all. His focus blurred so that all of the colors from the street and the man in front of him blended together with that static.
“Don’t lie to me,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
“I’m not that person anymore, Jere.”
Jere’s vision finally came back to focus, and his eyes flicked to Matt’s warily. There was sincerity in his voice for once – sincerity in his eyes.
Jere believed in second chances.