Can't spell Go Fuck Yourself without Fuck You.
┈ᯓ★๋࣭⭑ Jameson × Rohan short story.
Jameson Hawthorne is going to throttle Xander.
It started out as Xander showing Jameson a new invention, leading him into one of his many workshop and having him look at something with too many gears for Jameson to comprehend. Then after 30 seconds of talking, Nash, the eldest, walks in.
With Rohan right behind him.
At the sight of Rohan, Jameson turns to leave the room. Nash side steps in front of him and grabs his shoulder. "Not so fast, Jamie."
Xander claps his hands together and goes to stand infront of the door, "Okay! Me and Nash-"
"Mainly Xander," Nash cuts in.
"-have decided that you two need to deal with whatever argument you had and refuse to talk about and get that over with so we can go back eating in the same room, and what better way to do that than..." Xander turns, grandly gesturing to a digital clock on the wall that reads "2:00" in large red font.
"Puzzles! A Hawthorne tradition through generations of wealth and blood fued. Now, to bring you two closer together and make up."
Nash nudges Jameson further into the room, and with that, him and Xander leave. The door locks with an audible "click."
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The clock on the wall makes a "ticking" sound. It now reads "1:59" and counting.
Jameson let's out a frustrated breath, taking a not so subtle look at Rohan, who's wearing a cream cashmere sweater with simple slacks. Sunglasses perched on his head. "This is your fault, you know."
"My fault." He repeats. "Are you sure about that, Hawthorne? You're their brother. And if my memory serves me right..." his voice lowers into something just above a whisper, "You're the one who said you wanted me."
Jamesons mind flashes to that night almost a month ago- drinks were drank, comments were made, decisions neither of them could go back on were done. Since then, they've been avoiding eachother. Passing eachother is hallways became awkward. So Jameson took the passage ways to avoid Rohan. And then Xander caught on and now they're...here. Locked in a room together with puzzles and a ticking clock.
Jamesons head snaps to him, glaring at Rohan. "Excuse me?" He asks, stepping closer.
They are both only around foot apart now, Rohan can smell the faint scent of what is leftover from Jamesons cologne. He grins, "You know im correct, Hawthorne. You remember that night just as well as I do. Probably more enjoyable as well."
Jameson blinks and steps away, walking around the room "Help me look for puzzles, Rohan." He mutters.
"Sure thing, trouble." He pushes off the wall does a slow sweep of the room. Occasionally pushing on wall panels, pulling drawers and flipping switches. Then he gets lucky, a panel in the wall rotates out. And on the other side engraved is a riddle.
"Hawthorne, I found a clue." Jameson glances over his shoulder, he walks over and runs his hand lightly over the engraved peice of wood.
"If you drop me, im sure to crack. But smile at me and I'll smile back." Jameson says aloud, he presses the surrounding panels hoping to find another clue, another engraving. Something to get him out of this room as quick as possible.
As Jameson continues his investigation, Rohan takes a step back and- unlike Jameson -does not bother to hide the look over he gives him. Hes in "home clothes," which consists of a sweater that cost more than Rohans first car, plaid pajama bottoms that have to have a designer logo somewhere on them, and hair falling slightly into his eyes.
"You know," Rohan strolls back over. Leaning against the wall with the engraved peice of wood jamesons leaned over. "Maybe Xander is right. We shouldn't avoid eachother forever." His eyes flick downwards to Jameson, who's looking up at him with those green eyes.
They stare at eachother, silently waiting to see who will break first. Always a competition and always no real winner.
A grin spreads across Rohan's face as he leans down slightly, bringing his lips down to Jameson's ear. "And I know for certain that I don't want to avoid you."
Uhh idk how to end this so they uhhh escape using a mirror (answer to the riddle) and live happily ever after and They both look abnormally flushed after leaving the room. Merry Christmas.
I cannot begin to explain how much I cant tell if I love or hate this🥀🥀
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