call me when it&#x27;s over

To me they do.

[He shrugs his shoulder a little bit.]

Why can’t we move past this? Will we ever?

Do you want to?

[Jax considers it for a moment before he shrugs again, Adam's apple bobbing in his throat as he swallows hard.]

I don't know.

That’s true, I guess. I dunno. I am not much versed in the way of dating, I think I just gave you my entire CV just now.

[She laughs and narrows her eyes.]

Uh huh. Well I am married to the stars right now. Taking a hiatus from the dating thing.

Classy! So much class, wow, Jax. Wow. You’re gross, do laundry!

I don't really think everyone is. I've had like one serious relationship in my life and that was with a girl in high school.

[He cocks a brow.] I suppose they're more understandin' than most dudes. Lower maintenance too.

I am classy - I wash everyday and I wear clean clothes. I just don't wash my dirty ones.

jamison-oliver:

[Oliver looks ashamed as if the weight of what he’d done just sank in.]

I’m sorry. I— you’re right. I don’t know shit and I care about you, and I can see that it’s not the same for you and I’m sorry I put that pressure on you, and I shouldn’t… talk to you like that. I’m sorry.

[He grabs his stuff, petting Batman as he passes.]

I’m sorry Jackson.

[Jackson just shrugs as Oliver apologises, averting his eyes to the wall across from him as Oliver grabs his things.]

We're all sorry for somethin'. Apologies don't really matter any more.

I say you don’t fucking mean it, because I know you don’t. Why can’t you just fucking say what you mean without causing all sorts of fucking damage beating around the bush. Just spit it the fuck out, Jackson.

Look I know it was hard for you to let me in and we tried and maybe… I made us out to be more than we were but the fucking point is that you and I went through a lot to get to where we were as friends and boyfriends and whatever else.

And HOW FUCKING COULD YOU FEEL MAD?! What FUCKING RIGHT did YOU have to feel mad. YOU LEFT ME. You left me and you never so much as fucking said sorry, or I want to break up or ‘fuck you Oliver I don’t want to be friends.’ NOTHING. You have NO FUCKING RIGHT to be mad.

[All the feelings Oliver had been swallowing apparently came bubbling up to the surface, his face red and blotchy with anger. Oliver hardly ever raised his voice, but he was, well, upset.]

Do you think I’d be standing here if I wanted to get over it? Like I hadn’t tried and failed. That would be easy, to forget you and the way you made me feel and the way you helped me through things and how understanding and sweet and great and hysterical you were.

I want you to tell me right now that you don’t wanna fucking be so much as friends with me and I promise I’ll make the disappearing act you did look like a fucking joke but I don’t think you want that.

Go on, tell me I’m being fucking nuts and making all this up. Come on,do it, fucking push me away.

You don't know shit, Jamison.

[Jax's tone is a little sharper than it had been, punctuated by another drag on his cigarette. His eyebrows raise as Oliver's volume does, and he looks from the windo to the man beside him, redfaced and yelling.]

You literally just said I was mad. You just said it like three seconds ago. Stop fucking twisting things.

[He doesn't say anything else as Oliver continues, just stubs out his cigarette. He gets to his feet and turns away, striding over to his front door, pulling it open.]

Get out. I'm not letting you yell at me in my own home. I don't need it and my neighbours don't either. I've apologised for what I did - I said sorry and I meant it. It's not enough but it's ll I can do. I'm sorry if you can't accept it but that's your problem, not mine.

[Jax is pleased with his lack of reaction - all too often conflict like this shakes him, but for once he's holding it together. No tears, angry or otherwise. No yelling, no hitting. Just an unnerving level of calm, a certain type of numbness.]

[Oliver’s quiet because he doesn’t know what to say and he feels like a pathetic asshole because his eyes are swimming and he knows Jax is right that it was all of five minutes but it felt like more.]

I know you don’t uh… you don’t… mean that. We were friends, Jax. And when you came back I figured you would have moved on and all I wanted was to be… friends.

And you’re right — I am, passive aggressive but you’re just mad because it’s honest. And you’re trying to push me away because you think I deserve better or because you have some fucked up warped self-perception and it never used to work but…

[He shrugs.]

I think you know I can’t just stand here forever and let you make me feel like I mean nothing to you as a person, I’ve felt that way forever from everyone else. I don’t want it to be like this.

#*jamison #*convo #jackson james gosselin you are a gigantic shitty asshole

Who says I don't mean it? I never said I don't mean it. [He pushes his lips to the side.] People can't be friends with their exes unless they start fucking them again.

[He takes another drag, tapping aside more ash.]

I'm not mad, Oliver. I'm past feeling any type of way about this whole situation.

Then stop standing there, I guess. Move on.

He could too, all he had to do was say my name just right and I was a puddle.

[She laughs.]

But I’m easy like that, well not easy easy but you know. And a no to what?!

[She asks, her eyes wide.]

You. Oh come on. Also I know how this goes, I get sweet on you then you galavant off smooching some boy. Been there, done that, and ended up with neither.

[She rolls her eyes]

Alright, then boxers… briefs?

European dudes have that shit so easy, the fuckers.

[Jax grins a bit at her, before rolling his eyes.] I only smooch boys in a professional context, I've decided. Or when I don't know their name.

Currently nothing, actually. I've been putting off laundry basically since I got back to the city so I'm on my last few pieces of clothing.

You’re right I don’t have to go, but you don’t want me around either, you’re making that pretty clear because when you did want me around, you never fucking talking to me like that.

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

I meant were you seeing anyone and out of common decency I would tell you if I were… seeing someone and if you bothered to ask me anything about how I’m doing or what I’m doing or even who I am doing, I’d answer it honestly. But then, I was always honest with you.

[Jax taps aside some ash, eyebrows raising.] I'm sorry I'm no longer falling over myself to suck your cock. People change.

[His tone is dry and unbothered - Jax congratulates himself on his disinterest, sucking back a lungful of smoke.]

We were together for all of five minutes, Oliver. You don't owe me shit and I certainly don't owe you shit either. [He sucks his teeth a moment, biting back a more cutting kind of comment.] You always do that, don't you? Play it like you're sad and vulnerable then do that underhand insult thing... Passive aggressive is how I'd describe it.

Actually he just kinda disappeared to be honest, it was kinda shitty but…

[She shrugs.]

Par for the course for dating in your twenties in New York, I think. And hush.

Yeah sure, sure I believe it. No need to get your panties in a bunch.

That sucks. He might turn up again, and, ya know. Charm you into forgiving him with his Frenchness.

Ouch, is that a no then?

[He shrugs.]

I'm not actually wearing panties.

Yeah I guess it is.

[Oliver’s eyes meet Jax’s again, but just for a fleeting second as hurt flickers across his face. he tries to school it into something more neutral, but he was never good at hiding his feelings and especially not around Jax so he just nods, slowly. He knows Jax is just doing that thing that he does where he tries to act all hard, but it hurts. Oliver swallows.]

Uh… right. Yeah.

And no, I guess it’s not.

Yeah so uhm…

[Oliver feels nervous so he runs his hands through his hair a few times.]

I’ll go I didn’t think — yeah I’ll just uh… sorry.

[Jax just blinks at the expression on Oliver's face, averting his eyes as he draws his cigarette packet out of his pocket. He selects one and settles the butt between his lips, lighting up to distract himelf from the goings on between the two of them.]

You don't have to leave, Oliver. I'm not upset - I was just saying. I'm sure you probably wouldn't appreciate me askin' if you'd fucked anyone recently. 'Cause it's not my business.

You do do the French thing then, ya’ Hoser. Man I was seeing this French dude for awhile, he came here from France, sexiest accent.

[She sighs wistfully.]

Are you being rude because I have brown eyes? Fuck you.

[She grumbles.]

Uh huh, bet it comes in handy for your job. Ha. handy.

I don't! I'm not from a French speakin' part! [He cocks a brow.] Was? You dump his ass or did he dump you?

Nah, I don't have a problem with brown eyes. [He shrugs.] If you want to. Though I figure it'd be the other way around, right?

[His eyes roll.] As it so happens, yes. It does. I get many compliments on both my oral and kissing abilities from multiple genders. So there.

[He pokes out his tongue, childishly, jokingly. A tiny smile just touches up the corner of his mouth.]