💖 asking for science
💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?
Though Jason loves all of his close friends and family, there have been three important loves in his life.
The first two were his mom and dad. Not his step mom, but his real mom, the one he never got to meet. Jason always idolized his father, and while for some that would lead to something unhealthy, for Jason his relationship with and love for his father mostly only ever encouraged him to be a better person. While he’s human and has his faults, Jason’s father is a good man and loving, caring father. Jason may have turned out differently in high school had his father been around more to nurture the parts of Jason that came from him.
Even though he never got to meet his mom, Jason still loves her dearly and thinks about her often. He clings to the parts of her that others have shared with him over the years and as a child often imagined what she would’ve been like. As memories were made, he placed her into them, envisioning how she would’ve sung happy birthday or what voices she would’ve used to read his favourite story to him. Even how she would’ve tucked him into bed at night. Jason’s love for his mother is a part of him he’s only ever expressed to his father, more freely when he was younger and increasingly sparingly as he’s matured into an adult.
The third important love was his first romantic love, his high school girlfriend Chrissy. There was something about her that struck him when he first saw her - when he first really saw her. Growing up in different neighbourhoods, the two attended different elementary schools, crossing paths for the first time middle school. She was standing outside the front doors on the first day with her friends as Jason approached the school for the first time. While they were all buzzing with excitement at the prospect of starting at a new school, chatting loudly as if no one was around for miles, Chrissy stood there, smiling and kindly nodding as she listened to and supported her friends. Jason wouldn’t be able to put it into words for quite some time, but there was subtly and natural beauty to her that drew him in. Needless to say, he thought of it as fate when he sat down in his first middle school homeroom and saw Chrissy sitting two desks in front and one desk to the left of his own.
While they met in middle school, Jason didn’t ask her out until the first semester of ninth grade. Throughout their relationship, he was there for her and she was there for him. He supported her when things were tough at home, providing a safe refuge or an expensive distraction to help her forget about any weight on her shoulders, and she was there to love him, genuinely love him, through his faults and shortcomings, even if he didn’t fully acknowledge they were there. The trouble began when it came time for college. While his parents adored Chrissy - his stepmother thought she just looked perfect standing next to her golden boy - they had a path in mind for him. Going to college at a reputable, respectable ivy league school wasn’t a possibility, it was the only possibility.
The distance was hard, and between the peer pressure from his new college friends and the lack of examples of healthy relationships Jason had growing up, Jason broke up with her before she was supposed to come visit him at his university’s homecoming. Though he initiated the split, Jason experienced his first heartbreak when he broke up with Chrissy. At the time it was what he thought he wanted, what he thought he was supposed to do as a young man away at college, but in the weeks after it didn’t feel right. Jason never told his friends or his father about his regret, but a few of his frat brothers noticed that the next few girls Jason was interested in all looked a bit familiar.
They’ve seen each other in passing, but Jason has yet to have a real conversation with Chrissy since graduating from his undergrad. There’s a part of him that doesn’t want to, unsure of how it will feel with the years that have passed, but a much larger part of him quietly wants to hear her voice say his name again.
