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Chels,

Except you ARE interested Ms. Davis and we both know it. Kinda tempted to send you an unsolicited dick-pic right now, to show you exactly what you’re missing, but I won’t, 'cause I’m a gentleman like that.

I look forward to the boobs.

Jer

He sent her his cell number so they could stop using Facebook messenger to chat and could communicate like regular human beings. Dropping his bag on the scales he struggled to pay attention to the ticket agent then trudged through the line at security. He felt as though life was passing in slow motion, but simultaneously, quickly. Like he was the only person moving at snail’s pace and the rest of the world was moving around him in a blurred swirl of activity.

He bought a Wi-Fi package after taking his seat on the plane and AJ leaned back into his seat to take a nap. Jeremy wished he could find the words to tell his friend how much he appreciated his presence and how comforting it was to have him on this trip, but every time he tried to make himself speak, the words tripped up over the lump in his throat.

Chelsea: I appreciate the restraint. I never understand why guys think we want to see their penis. It’s not like it’s some beautiful creation that we NEED to see, or that we become instantly hypnotized by it as soon as we see it. They’re actually pretty ugly.

Jeremy: Maybe it’s an imprint kinda situation. When you see the right penis, you’re tied to it forever?

Chelsea: Are you really Twilighting me right now, wolf boy?

Jeremy: Please don’t tell me you were team sparkle face. I couldn’t take it. And maybe they were onto something, maybe if you see my penis, you’ll instantly fall in love with me and we’ll skip straight to the white picket fence.

Chelsea: One peen to rule them all? I mean… maybe?

Jeremy: LoTR? All the greats are coming out, now. Just need to throw down references to Harry Potter and Fifty Shades and we’ll have covered all the big hitters in pop culture.

Chelsea: We can skip the Harry Potter thing. Her politics bug me. I kinda want to write fanfic about Malfoy the white supremacist being trans.

Jeremy: Woah. Remind me never to get on your bad side.

Chelsea: Just don’t be a narrow-minded prick. Simple.

Jeremy: Well, I can’t promise I won’t be a douche canoe on occasion, but love is love and every life matters.

Jeremy: Except no life matters until Black lives matter.

Chelsea: We’ve definitely taken a turn from pop culture right now … but I couldn’t agree more.

Jeremy: I think it’s probably more important to make sure you actually like my politics before checking you like my penis, and you know how keen I am for you to see this epic peen.

Chelsea: LOL. You never quit, do you?

Jeremy: Chelsea Davis I think I’m going to marry you some day. Just accept your fate and we can skip all the awkward new dating stuff and get to the fun sex-all-the-time stuff.

Chelsea: Bahahaha. Well that escalated quickly. But… eh, nope. I don’t want to get married. I don’t want to have kids, either.

Jeremy: Wow. Way to kick a man while he’s down. Never, never ever? Like, no chance? So not only do you not want to see my penis, but you don’t want to spend forever with me and have adorable babies with me? I think I need to sit down. My entire life’s plan has just spontaneously combusted.

Chelsea: Maybe never, I haven’t decided. But if I end up with someone, he needs to be ok with the fact that it might just be me and there might never be a wedding or kids.

Jeremy: A woman who knows what she wants, I can definitely respect that.

Chelsea: But you want the wife, kids and the fence, don’t ya?

Jeremy: I think I can live without the piece of paper to say she loved me, but I think kids are a deal breaker. I really want to be a dad someday.

Sadness washed over him as he realized that no matter what future lay ahead of him, his parents wouldn’t be there to see it, and enjoy it with him. A list of milestones quickly crossed his mind – his college graduation, his first time playing in an NHL game, his wedding, the birth of his children – his parents wouldn’t be there to see any of it. His chest hurt with a deep and painful ache. He was also unhappy that he wouldn’t get the chance to make his dad proud of him. He ground his fist into his chest, hoping to rub the pain away, but as his tears fell all over again, he feared that the gaping hole the death of his parents had suddenly left in his chest was incurable.

They landed, walked to baggage claim where their luggage was already waiting for them and as they stepped through arrivals Jeremy spotted someone familiar waiting for them.

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