Event: JayTimWeek Summer 2017
Summary: Wherein Jason is a nervous, lovesick mess and Tim is clueless.
Notes: I’M A WEEK LATE; forgive me ;__;
“Tonight is perfect,” Jason admitted, just as the ferris wheel carriage reached its zenith. After all, the moon was full and the stars were bright, and the neon haze below made him feel giddy. His gaze slid to the other side of the cart and he shoved forward a drooping bouquet of wildflowers, wilted from the motorcycle ride.
Against his ribs, his heart jack-hammered.
“It’s perfect…because of you,” he breathed, swallowing thickly right after the confession. It was a moment of truth. His palms were sticky. His throat had gone dry. He ached…and then he groaned just before unceremoniously crumpling backwards, causing the carriage to tip sideways and creak under the sudden shift of weight.
The bench across from him was, of course, empty.
Had Timothy Jackson Drake actually been sitting there, Jason would have undoubtedly taken a swan-dive from the cart and disappeared into the crowds below. A man’s pride could only take so much in a ten minute period, and confessing to someone like Tim seemed like a surefire way to throw your heart into a blender.
After all, Tim was calm. Streamlined. Kind of nerdy, but that I’ve-got-my-shit-together type, which spoke to Jason’s nerdiness on an elevated level. But also, Tim was unaccessible.
Always on patrol.
“Well?” he asked, eyeing the bouquet in his hand for advice. “What do you think? He loves me, he loves me not?”
They stared at him. Jason stared back.
One daisy wilted further.
“Uggggggh,” Jason dropped his hand, unintentionally letting the flowers slap against the seat.
When the ride ended and the cart door opened, the elderly attendant stepped forward to help only to pause abruptly.
“Sir?” he asked.
From his collapsed position on the bench, Jason simply lifted his wrist. The flowers made a sad sound. Jason sighed.
He felt pathetic and he hadn’t even been rejected yet.
Jason thought about giving up. Trying a different time. Trying a different person. But the attendant’s hand came forward as he took a step inside the carriage; he saw the weeping flowers, the far-away, love-lost look in Jason’s eyes.
Maybe he sees himself, Jason thought. Did he once try to woo a lover in a ferris wheel?
The old man said, very seriously, “Son. You need to get off.”