Jason POV:
I stared at my phone after hitting send on the ssage: "Are you done?" Honestly, I wasn’t expecting a reply. Ella wasn’t exactly the queen of imdiate responses. So, when those three little dots appeared on my screen, indicating she was typing, I had to blink a few tis.
Wait. Was this real? Soone pinch . It’s not April Fool’s Day, right?
Nope. Definitely real.
Her reply ca through: "Just finished locking up."
I grinned like an idiot. She actually responded.
Now, don’t get wrong—I wasn’t delusional enough to think this ant anything earth-shattering. But it felt like progress. Or maybe I was just looking for an excuse to see her again. Either way, my fingers hovered over my phone screen for a second, trying to play it cool.
"Want to walk you ho?" I typed, hit send, and waited, my heart thumping way harder than it should’ve.
When the reply ca in, it wasn’t what I wanted to hear but exactly what I expected from Ella:
"No need. I’m good on my own."
Of course, she’d say that. Ella didn’t like letting anyone in, not even for sothing as simple as walking her ho.
But I wasn’t going to give up that easily.
"Good on your own? That sounds lonely. What if I keep you company? Virtually?" I typed back, smirking at my own cleverness.
Her response ca quicker than I thought: "Virtually? Jason, are you serious?"
"Absolutely," I shot back. "Think of as your personal narrator for the night. You know, like, ’Ella bravely walks the treacherous streets, headphones in, hoping the shadows don’t co alive.’"
I imagined her rolling her eyes at her screen, but I got a reply anyway: "Very funny. It’s not that dramatic. Just a quiet walk ho."
"Sure, but isn’t that how every horror movie starts? Quiet streets, a lone girl walking ho... until the plot twist."
"You’re the plot twist, Jason," she sent back, and I grinned at the ssage.
"That’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to . I’m honored."
"It wasn’t a complint."
"Too late. I’m taking it as one. So, where are you now?"
She hesitated, but finally sent: "Just passed the diner parking lot. Jason, you’re not seriously going to text all the way ho, are you?"
"Oh, I absolutely am. You might refuse my physical presence, but you can’t escape my texts. So, what’s next? Are there streetlights? Potholes? A particularly aggressive squirrel?"
"You’re ridiculous," she replied. "And for your information, the streetlights are flickering. Very ominous."
"See? I knew it! This is basically the start of a thriller. Do you need to send backup? Or, you know, co to the rescue myself?"
"Jason, I swear, if you show up, I’ll block your number."
"You wouldn’t," I replied confidently. "Who else would provide such stellar comntary on your nightly adventures?"
Her response ca slower this ti, but when it did, it made laugh: "Fine. Narrate away, oh wise storyteller. But don’t expect a tip."
"Deal," I sent back. "Alright, picture this: Ella, the fearless warrior, marches onward. Her destination? The mysterious realm of ’ho.’ Along the way, she battles the elents, dodges imaginary monsters, and rolls her eyes so hard, she almost trips."
"Almost? I’m graceful, thank you very much."
"Sure you are. But don’t forget, if you’re rolling your eyes at too much, you might miss that one rogue crack in the pavent."
"Keep it up, and I might just stop replying," she warned.
"But you won’t," I typed. "Because deep down, you’re secretly enjoying this."
There was a long pause before she replied, and I imagined her trying not to smile.
"Maybe. Just a little."
That small admission made my chest feel way too light for its own good.
"Knew it. So, how much longer until you reach this magical place called ho?"
"Five minutes. Tops."
"Good. That gives enough ti to tell you that you’re doing great, by the way. With everything."
Her reply was short but carried more weight than she probably intended: "Thanks."
"Anyti," I sent back. "Now hurry up and get ho safe, warrior. The kingdom needs you rested and ready."
Her final reply before she ended the conversation?
"Goodnight, Jason."
And just like that, I was grinning like an idiot at my phone again.
I stared at her ssage: "Goodnight, Jason."
Oh no, not so fast.
"Goodnight? Nice try, but we both know you’re not sleeping yet," I sent back, smirking as I imagined her rolling her eyes at her phone. "Don’t think you can get rid of that easily."
The dots appeared again, and I waited, half-expecting her to ignore . But then: "Jason, it’s late. Don’t you have a ga to rest for or sothing?"
"And don’t you have sleep to not get?" I replied quickly. "If we’re being honest, I’ll probably just lay in bed staring at the ceiling thinking about the ga. So technically, this is more productive."
"I’m doing you a favor then?" she shot back, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
"Exactly. This is all for my ntal health. You’re practically a hero."
"Wow, you really don’t quit, do you?"
"Not when it cos to you," I typed before I could stop myself. It felt bold, but hey, sotis you’ve got to shoot your shot, right?
The typing dots appeared again, disappeared, and then reappeared. My heart thudded a little harder than I cared to admit.
"Jason..." was all she sent.
Not wanting to scare her off, I switched gears slightly: "Okay, okay, I’ll behave. But, uh, there’s sothing I’ve been aning to ask."
"What?" she replied, probably suspicious of what was coming next.
"Are you coming to the match?" I sent, and then quickly added, "Don’t make beg. Max already embarrassed us enough earlier."
It took a mont before her reply ca through: "I don’t know, Jason. It depends."
"Depends on what?"
"The weather. My mood. How lazy I feel. You know, the usual factors."
I sighed dramatically, even though she couldn’t hear it. "Ella, this is our last ga. Ever. Don’t you think it’d be worth the trip?"
"I’ll think about it," she sent back, which wasn’t the flat-out no I was expecting.
"That’s progress," I typed. "Just so you know, if you co, I’ll score a goal for you. Or, you know, try really hard not to screw up."
"You better win either way," she replied, and I could almost hear the teasing edge in her tone.
"We will. But it’d be better if you were there," I sent, feeling bolder than I should.
She didn’t reply imdiately, and I wondered if I’d pushed too far. Then, finally: "Goodnight, Jason."
This ti, I let her have it.
"Goodnight, Ella. Sweet dreams, warrior."
I stared at my phone for a few monts after that, grinning like a fool. She didn’t promise to co, but she didn’t say no either. That was sothing. For tonight, I’d take it.
And hey, that was the longest text session I’d ever had with Ella. Not that I was counting or anything (okay, maybe I was). She didn’t outright tell to stop texting, didn’t leave on read, and didn’t fire off any sarcastic "Jason, go away" remarks. That had to an sothing, right?
I tossed my phone onto the bed, running a hand through my hair with a grin I couldn’t wipe off even if I tried. I an, she actually entertained my nonsense. That had to be so kind of miracle.
But still...
I picked up my phone again, staring at the last ssage she sent. "Goodnight, Jason."
Yeah, it was a goodnight. But it also felt like... progress.
Part of wanted to text her again, just sothing random to keep the conversation going, but I also didn’t want to push my luck. She seed tired, and for once, I actually listened to that little voice in my head telling to back off.
But man, I really hoped this wouldn’t be the last ti.
Ella wasn’t the type to open up easily. She had walls—tall, unscalable, keep-out kind of walls. But for a few minutes tonight, it felt like maybe, just maybe, she let peek over the top.
Now all I had to do was not screw it up. Easier said than done when it ca to her.
I flopped back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Nationals were coming up, and yeah, that was supposed to be my focus. But honestly? The thought of Ella maybe showing up at the ga was more exciting than any trophy.
Who knew a text conversation could leave feeling this... hopeful?
With a final glance at my phone, I muttered to myself, "Don’t screw this up, Jason. Don’t screw this up."
And maybe, just maybe, things were finally starting to look up.
Fuck, I am behaving like a teenager.
I threw my arm over my face, trying to smother the ridiculous grin that wouldn’t leave. It was like my brain and body were teaming up to sabotage . The stupid flutter in my chest every ti her na popped up on my phone? Yeah, real smooth, Jason. Totally not obvious at all.
Was this what high school kids felt like when their crush looked at them? Because honestly, it was embarrassing. I’m supposed to be this laid-back guy, the one who doesn’t get fazed by anything, and yet here I am, overanalyzing every text like it’s so secret code to decipher.
"Goodnight, Jason."
I groaned, turning over and staring at my phone screen again. It wasn’t even anything dramatic or groundbreaking. Just a simple goodnight. But it was from her. And sohow, that made it a big deal.
What the hell was wrong with ? I had a major ga to prepare for. The Nationals. The biggest event of my life right now. Yet, my head wasn’t filled with strategies or drills. Nope, it was all Ella.
Like, seriously. Who was this guy, and what had he done to the Jason who could goof around without a care?
I tossed my phone onto the nightstand, but of course, it wasn’t even five seconds before I grabbed it again. Just to check. Maybe she’d sent another text. Maybe she was still awake.
Nothing.
I groaned again. I am pathetic.
And yeah, I could feel the judgnt from imaginary in the past, the version who would’ve rolled his eyes at this whole situation. But damn, past didn’t know Ella.
Teenager vibes or not, I thought, staring at the ceiling, it’s kind of worth it.
Still, I should probably reel it in before I text her sothing dumb, like "Are you thinking about too?"
God help .
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