Hawkward || Jason & Allison
allison-grace:
Everything had just been awkward since their fight, mostly because they hadn’t really spoken since. Allison had just been hiding out in ‘her’ room, doing nothing, sometimes writing and drawing since she had no one to talk to now. Maybe it was the boredom or maybe she didn’t like it when fights lasted this long but somewhere she found the motivation to put her stubbornness aside and headed to the living room, not knowing what to say yet. “I’ll pay you back once I.. I, one day,” she mumbled, standing awkwardly in the door opening. What was she going to say? Once she was allowed to tell everyone that she wasn’t actually dead or once people had forgotten her long enough so she could get a job and build a new existence? Either way, she would find a way to pay him back for everything. “God Jason, you really have terrible timing, you know that?” the anger was detectable in her voice though she tried to hold it back as much as possible, not really wanting to start another fight.
Jason was lounging on the couch watching reruns of Archer on Netflix. He didn’t even glance up when Allison walked into the room, not even when she spoke. “Don’t worry about it.” He huffed taking another sip of his beer. Something stupid happened on the show and he let out a stale laugh, still paying Allison no mind. He hadn’t planned on acknowledging her now either, but he heard the tone in her voice. He sat up and stared a her for a long moment. “You wanna know something about ‘bad timing’?” He asked setting his beer down on the table. “Finding out your mother has terminal cancer.” He kept his gaze on her and his voice stayed even. “The only thing she wanted was to see me be successful, get married and have a couple kids. Guess what she gets?” He paused, “A son miles away, alone, trying to make his living on a shitty teacher salary.” He picked up his beer and took a long sip before setting it down on the table with a clanky thud. “So Allison, tell me all about how terrible my timing is. I don’t even have enough time to give my mom the three simple things she wants.” He stared at her for a long moment afterwards before breaking eye contact. The tears started to well up in his eyes, remembering the look on her face when he left her back in Iowa just a couple weeks ago, the constant questioning if that would be the last time he saw his mother alive, the guilt of not being able to make her happy, the constant anxiety he felt waiting for the phone call.