The Fault in Our Car Doors: The Jaycee Keller Story
(literally just about me going to my crush’s house today, okay it’s not like anything fancy, I just told gabby i’d do it and honestly I think with the way i’ve been text posting I owe it to let everyone in on today’s happenings)
SO we’ve been through this: The mother, Melissa, likes to have me over; Isabella, the sister, is one of my good friends even though we have nothing in common, I just like her company and she’s really sweet; And then there is Kenny.
He’s very introverted and from what I’ve learned has some anxiety, doesn’t like going out, etc. It’s kinda interesting. I believe I described him as a thinner Zack Merrick last post, however, I would like to revise that statement and call him a Zack Merrick + Adam Levine lovechild (and god forbid anyone I know ever find this post they will know exactly who this, so here’s a sorry from me now but it’s about to get unforgivably strange for anyone who may somehow find me)
Anyways, so the day starts. I get there about 8:30 (because I’m punctual as heck) and Isabella opens the door and we hug and blah blah blah and then I go upstairs (because they live in a large house that is their family and then their mother’s parents and sister and usually whoever is taking care of her—they live upstairs). Of course I’m kind of cautious because I can already hear Kenny, y'know, doing whatever in the living room and I’m like Wow it’s really early I am so intruding. However, this is the time I usually show up, but he’s asleep or hiding or whatever Kenny’s do when Jaycee’s come over.
I enter the living room anyways, and aliens bless america, Kenny is in a white t-shirt and too-small shorts that if they were any different pattern may as well be boxers. His arm is also in a sling, cast-less, and he’s like “heyhowyadoin”, my reply being “goodhowreyou” “goodyeah” as he leaves the room and I enter. (This is our usual exchange and it has been for a very long time). Cool cool.
I don’t see this guy for a while. I know you guys don’t wanna hear about my actual day, but I talked to Melissa a lot about school and Isabella made me breakfast and I helped her a bit with cleaning and it was nice.
Some time later, Kenny flies out of his room (in a full suit and skinny tie?) and down the stairs and I’m informed that he has a “Photoshoot with ?????????? today”. Though about five minutes later he returns with a defeated look on his face (which is his usual look just a bit more pale) and informs the room that the photoshoot is, in fact, next Friday. And in my evil heart I am extremely happy because now he has nowhere to go and has to stay here and spend time with me, (and just a fun fact, 95% of all guys I have been friends with have fallen in love or at least unshakable like with me and while it is extremely sad, it is also my only superpower. So I have a theory that if I can get Kenny to hang around me enough, we can at least be good friends…anyways).
So you know then he does things like lay down on the bed that’s in the living room in a suit and play with a cat and I’m just drinking water from a mason jar trying desperately to quench my thirst and it’s just not working. Then he takes a spot next to my spot on the couch, which I had abandoned and I didn’t wanna seem overeager and like, sit next to him or whatever so I just sat a seat over, but also that is his spot on the couch and it is his house but also that is my spot on the couch and I’ve known his family for 11 years so I feel like I have a small right to a spot too??? Like, that is more than two-thirds of my life??? And he was like, showing off his photography and stuff and it was cool and also slowly coming out of his suit and that was also really cool, y'know, whatever. Also I was describing a movie and he was laughing and that was nice to make him laugh he has such a pretty smile I like making him laugh I would like to do that more I prefer that to him pretending that I don’t exist.
Then we had lunch outside with the the whole family and it was really nice. His grandmother could slay me, she is so sweet and her conceptual fashion sense if off the chain. But also his mother asked me to pass him a sandwich and I was like yEAH SUR E but also my hands were shaking because we were sitting exceptionally close together. I’d say closer than we’ve been since I was 7 years old…yeah…close enough so that I was making a conscious effort not for our feet or arms to touch. AN D WHATAYA KNOW HE’S A PESCITARIAN????? M E TOO??? As we enjoyed our vegetarian sammiches and the only two of us rocking back and forth in our chairs. Also, wow, he’s smart when he gets on something and also wow his eyes are pretty and wow date me. Or like, be my friend or something idk, just lemme hug you this is all I want, really.
So lunch was heaven and I didn’t want it to end. Also I flicked a bug off of Isabella and it was great because I crave human contact and if flicking a bug off of someone is what I have to do to get it, then I will.
Then we did boring stuff like cleaning. I clipped some flowers and talked about my schizophrenia with Melissa because that’s always fun, y know. She’s very supportive of me, she’s like my second mother. And I was jealously thinking about how much I would just marry Kenny to be able to spend time with her. To do things with her, like, clipping flowers and then being able to go over there whenever I want and stuff. It just seems like it would be perfect and scenarios like that are hard for me to come by and I just kind of throw myself into them. (But no I would not marry a person just to chill with their mother. I don’t even want to talk about marrying him, that is so creepy and uncalled for and an invasion of privacy for someone I’ve known so long. But I was just thinking about it)
Later we were talking about Instagram and I was helping Melissa with her Insta account and she was trying to follow me. And as most of you know, Kenny has an account and he followed me a few days ago. Cool, right! It’s like we’re friends or something??? (We do have a TON of mutual friends, which we also talked about and that was cool) But she was talking about how Kenny posts his pictures on an IG account she was asking if I post pictures and I was like yeah and Kenny and I are both sitting in the room like … and so once Melissa follows me she sees a comment from him on one of my photos and she’s like HEY THATS KENNY and the best response I could come up with was “Yeah.”
UM
Nothing else really interesting happened. Uh, sometime later Kenny changed into a scarily bright yellow shirt and him and Melissa drove me to the therapist (well, he drove, nervously) and Melissa was like “Do you mind if I tell him why you’re going” and I’m like “sure” because I feel like opening up a little is the best way to get other people to open up, yknow? So she told him I was paranoid schizophrenic and his response, as with most things, was like “Hm.” and then they both thanked me for coming over and dropped me off and then my mom was there so I like ran to her after they left and then went to therapy because I’m a walking travesty.
But I wanna do a quick recap on all the things we have in common
NURSING
COMICS
PIANO
SINGING (presumably, he has a microphone set-up)
FALL OUT BOY
PESCITARIANISM
PHOTOGRAPHY/PHOTOSHOP
FRIEND CIRCLES (ik that doesn’t really count but it does)
C A T S
INTROVERTEDNESS
TECH SAVVINESS/INTEREST
THE FAULT IN OUR STARS
aND I HAVE NEVER MET SOMEONE SO MUCH LIKE ME IN MY ENTIRE LIFE BUT I’VE KNOWN HIM MY ENTIRE
LIFE
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sorry this was three pages in a word document, bless if u read all this
TL;DR: You gotta read the whole thing I’m sorry I cannot condense.
P.S. The title comes from the part in the day where Kenny slammed his entire arm in a car door and that’s why it was in a sling wow so smart so dreamy amazing