“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “
“ wanna stay for breakfast? “
- jackson marchetti
“ you're like a brother to me. “ “ don't say that. do absolutely not say that. “
“ wanna stay for breakfast? “
pronouns: they/them
You tried not to stay the night when it came to Jackson. His mothers had known your parents for far too long to not let it slip if they ever caught you with him. You'd known Roz and Sofia your whole life, hell, they had pictures of you and Jackson in diapers together up around the house. You doubted they'd ever look at you the same. But Jackson knew how to be a grade-A stubborn little shit and you found yourself giving into his comfy bed.
Morning, of course, made him even more stubborn and pleading.
“Wanna stay for breakfast?“
"You know the answer to that, Jackson. I have to go before your mothers wake up." You shot him a look over your shoulder and slipped your shirt back on. You didn't have to look to know a pout had formed on his face. The bed creaked and his muscular arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. He propped his head on your shoulder and you looked the other way to avoid his puppy-dog eyes.
"Please? I'll ask them to make you your favorite."
"And then Sofia will start asking questions and Roz will ring up by parents to ask if they knew. Listen," You wiggled around to face him and held his warm face in your hands. His skin heated further at your touch. "I love you. You're my best friend, my sidekick, my partner in crime. You're like a brother to me-.“
“Don't say that." His nose crinkled. "Do absolutely not say that.“
"I just don't want things to change between our families, alright? Don't you ever think about how awkward will it be at holiday dinners? Imagine sitting at a table knowing your kid is fucking the family friend's kid you've known since they were born."
"In-laws do that all the time."
"But they're not in-laws, are they? Besides, what about Maeve? They'll ask questions about her and why you broke up. Are you ready to answer them?" You raised your brows at him and his gaze fell downward, his hold around you loosening as his shoulders slumped. You stroked your thumb back and forth over his cheek before planting a kiss on the tip of his nose and picking your backpack off the floor.
"Another time, then?"
"Maybe."
