Ours || Jack
Jack masterpost found here
Word count - 1,088
Summary - The one where people throw rocks at things that shine.
Late to work, again.
You parked your car hastily and ran into your office building, only narrowly managing to miss stepping in the giant puddle next to your car. Once in the doors, you flashed your ID to the security guard who was so accustom to seeing you late, he simply waved you on by. You jumped into the elevator just before it closed on your heel.
You pushed the button for the 10th floor where you worked and watched the numbers slowly light up. You always hated elevator silence. If it wasn’t for the three inch heels you wore to work, you’d gladly take the stairs. But, you were used to this by now. It seemed like you were even beginning to recognize the people you shared the elevator with every morning. You casually looked to the left where the man usually eating a banana for breakfast always stood, and then to the right to the office assistant who was always listening to music blasting through her headphones, bopping her head to the beat. No one dared to look at each other, all of their eyes fixated on the doors in front of them, counting how many floors until they opened.
You couldn’t help but smile and look at your feet as that thought came to your mind. You and Jack always laughed when you got off an elevator with strangers. Why was everyone so awkward? You remembered one particular day Jack was feeling exceptionally hyper so he tried to strike up a conversation with every person on the elevator. It was only a three floor ride so it wasn’t much, but it still had you doubled over laughing as you walked into his flat.
The doors dinged open and you were snapped out of your thoughts by people pushing past you. Right. No time to zone. Your time was their’s.
You got to your cubical and fired up your computer, already mentally counting down the hours until your shift was done. Just as you were taking a bite of your granola bar and staring lovingly at your framed picture of you and Jack on your desk, one of your snobby coworkers, Mary, came over and perched herself on the edge of your desk. “Still out of town, hmm?” she said, fake sympathy laced in her voice.
“He’s coming home soon,” you said, bringing your attention back to your desktop. She always had a way of prying. For some reason the topic of your relationship with Jack was gossip all over the office, probably because one of your coworkers found his YouTube channel once and decided to share it with every employee. Now, this Mary made it a point to ask any questions she could just to pester you every morning. Yes, Jack had been gone, travelling for YouTube for almost two months now. It was the longest he had ever been away. She knew that, but she still managed to check in every morning to see if he, in fact, was still gone.
“Don’t understand why you put up with it dear,” she sighed, standing up and turning to walk to her cubicle. “Seems like too much effort for too little in return.”
Instead of saying anything, you just went to working on your computer. The words Jack always said to you played through in your head. People throw rocks at things that shine. You had a habit of complaining to him about your coworkers and how they spoke about you and Jack, and his response was always the same. This love is ours, not their’s.
You spent the whole day with your eyes on the computer just as much as they were on the clock. You did your best to ignore Mary’s very audible whispers to other coworkers the whole day. Her cubicle was right across from yours so you could hear every conversation she had. “Oh yes, still out of town,” she sighed to someone. “Such a pity the girl can’t even spot a cheater right in front of her own nose.” Her words would always be followed with one of her sticky, lip gloss smiles. You ignored.
This love is ours.
5:00 finally came and you rushed out of the office, always eager to be anywhere but there. It wasn’t Mary’s place to speculate if your relationship was toxic. Everyday you found a way to fight her doubt and have faith in Jack. You trusted him with your whole heart. Her words hardly left a dent in your armor. If anything, her constant prying about him just made you miss him more.
You missed the way his hands felt rough in yours but always made you feel like you were home. You missed the dimples when he smiled and the stupid songs he sang around the house. You even missed the snide remarks your father made about his tattoos whenever you posted a picture with him online. Oh how deeply you missed him.
You walked into your flat with your heels in your hand, blowing some hair out of your face. You threw your shoes on the ground and put your purse on the table, going to the sink to get some water. When you put the glass in the sink and turned around, you jumped and put your hand on your heart. Your shock recovered quickly when reality set in.
Leaning against the wall in the kitchen was Jack. “I’m home,” he said, a smile on his face. You ran up to him immediately and jumped into his arms. He lifted you up and spun your around until your feet met the floor again. You held his head in your hands and just looked at him, tears running down your cheeks. “Why’re you crying?” he laughed lightly.
“I just really missed you is all,” you said, lamely wiping the tears from your eyes. “And I’m just really surprised.”
“We got done with everything in America a little early,” he explained. “I thought I’d surprise you instead of letting you know.” You wrapped your arms around his torso and laid your head on his chest, holding him tightly, He held you back, rubbing his hand on your back. “You okay?” he asked quietly. You just nodded against his chest.
“I’ve really missed you,” you mumbled. “Life can make our love look hard.”
“I know,” he said, laying his chin on the top of your head. “Just gotta remember what I always say. Don’t worry about anything or anyone else. This love is ours.”