Give Me A Second Chance

"Hey can you skype tonight, I really miss you," I said into the phone.

"Yeah, totally, I'll call you in thirty minutes, does that work," he asked.

"Yeah, I'll have to be kind of quiet because my family is asleep but it's quite possible."

"Sweet, that's awesome. I can't wait to see you again, I miss you."

"I miss you too, you've been in a really talkative mood lately."

"I know I just really want to talk to you, it makes me happy."

"I understand, look, I'll see you in thirty minutes, I need to go."

The line cut off before I could say anything else but I couldn't help but smile. I still couldn't explain why I liked talking to him so much. There was something about his personality that really calmed me down, he just made me smile all the time, he was probably my closest friend. Between us there were no taboo topics, there was nothing we could say to make it awkward. I guess that's why he really kept me grounded, he keep me almost sane.

I know I asked him to skype a lot, I just liked talking to him that much. All I knew is that no matter what we talked about there was no chance we'd get back together, we'd gone out twice and both times I had broken up with him and broke his heart. He'd forgiven me long ago, that's why we still talked. He may have forgiven me but I still couldn't quite forgive myself. He trusted me and I broke his trust.

I heard my computer ringing from skype. I accepted it and while it was connecting I was fixing my hair in the camera. Suddenly it connected and Alex could see that I was still fixing my hair and laughed slightly at me. His smirk brought a smile to my face and I laughed slightly, filled with joy.

"Were you fixing you're hair, you're such a dork," Alex laughed, his laugh making me smile more.

"Shut up, I didn't like how it looked," I muttered.

"How've you been since we last talked?"

"Pretty good I guess, nothing has really happened that I hadn't already told you about. How about you?"

"Alright I guess. My boyfriend broke up with me but that was a little while ago and I'm kind of over it."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's whatever."

He flipped his hair out of his eyes. Both of us had a fringe to hide our rather large foreheads and that mean that we would often get hair in our eyes. I watched as he spun some of his hair around on his finger which was one of the most distracting things ever. It was half adorable and half irritating. Why it was irritating, I had no clue.

"Can you stop that," I asked.

"What," he asked back.

"Twirling you're hair it's distracting."

"Oh sorry."

"Lex, have you thought about us?"

"What do you mean Jay?"

"Like do you ever think back to us? Just in general."

"Occasionally, why?"

"We were young and stupid back then. Me moreso than you but still."

"Yeah, you're right. You were so cute back then."

I thought back to the first time we dated. My hair was bleached and he didn't have the heart to tell me how bad it looked. It was terrible but it was different and new so therefore I liked it. We were young and naive, him being the first person I dated. We met while he was visiting family in Baltimore, he was wandering around the mall the same time I was. For some reason he decided to walk over to some goofy teenage boy and turn his life upside down. I never expected to fall in love that day at the mall but I did. I fell hard in love for a boy a year older than me and about a thousand miles away from me.

Maybe that's why I broke it off. I was afraid to be in love. I was good with one night stands but relationships? That was a whole different story. That was something that scared me more than the darkest night or the biggest spider. That was something more terrifying than the scariest nightmare to me. Yet Alex tried to work with me, tried to help me not be afraid to be in love. Still, I broke it off, afraid of what I was feeling.

"You thought I was cute looking like that? I'm so sorry that you're so wrong," I spoke.

"I'm not wrong, you were goofy and adorable. I still remember that like it were yesterday. I do much prefer your hair this color, it looks like a hundred times better than it did bleached," he laughed.

"Do you ever think that it was fate we met. What if I had done what I was supposed to that day? We'd have never met."

"I think about that a lot. We'd have never met up for the second time or have someone that we can tell anything to."

"That's true. You were really cute the second time we met, moreso than the first time at least. Not saying you weren't cute then though."

The second time we met we had planned it. The park near where I lived, just to talk really. He had died portions of his longish hair pink this time. It looked so cute, it matched his personality really well. I started spiking my hair at this point into a mohawk thing. I thought I was cool even though that was a load of bologna. Still he though every joke I said was funny; I'm pretty sure he was only humoring me.

That sparked the second time we got together. However, much like it spark, it was done just as quickly as it had begun. It wasn't that we argued, it was because I was stupid. As an adult I was still afraid of the stupidest things, like commitment. That's why it was done yet again. For the second time I left him heartbroken. It was never my intention.

"Oh shut up, the pink looked terrible," he laughed.

"Are you kidding me, it was adorable. It looked really good on you as well," I laughed.

"Well Jay, I'm sorry that you're wrong."

"Oh shut up Lex. You were rocking it better than anyone else could. Anyway, you're opinion is invalid because you thought I looked decent with blonde hair."

"Whatever."

"Do you ever think about there being a third time?"

"Jay, what are you talking about?"

He had a point to be shocked. Me, the person who always broke up what we had, was talking about giving us another shot. Didn't I know that I was going to be afraid of the outcome? Would he even be willing to trust his heart in my clumsy hands again? Why would he be, I'd never given him a reason to.

"I mean, I guess I have thought about it. It's crossed my mind once or twice," he said softly.

"Wait really," I questioned.

"I mean, you are an amazing person and I know you've been breaking up with me out of fear but it's the fear that you love me isn't it?"

"How did you figure that out?"

"It just made sense. When talking about feelings you would get distant and start avoiding the conversation some. It just makes sense is all."

"Yeah, it's out of the fear of love."

"Do you want to give it another shot?"

"Do you want to work with me?"

"Jack, I would work with you on anything."

"Alex, do you want to give me a third chance?"

"I would give you a thousand chances Jay."

Notes

I really hope y'all like this, I know it's a lot of dialogue but I think it tells a really cute story. This was going to be up at like one am but I fell asleep on my laptop so sorry. Has anyone seen a picture of Jack with all blonde hair? I think there's one circulating somewhere on Tumblr.

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- Jess