I’ll Be Missing You

Jazz tangled her hands in the fabric of Wes’s hoodie, holding Wes flush against her.

“Don’t leave.” She mumbled into the cotton.

It was selfish, Wes had a job to do, and Jazz knew what they’d signed up for, but it didn’t make it any easier; no matter how many times they said their farewells.

“Babe, you know I’d stay if I could.” Wes sighed, hugging them closer to him.

Jazz didn’t mean too, but the tears began falling like rain; She hated crying when Wes had to leave. The last thing they wanted to do was make Wes feel guilty for leaving, but she couldn’t pretend to be happy about it either.

“Promise you’ll FaceTime me every day.” She said, finally looking up at him.

“Every morning before I get up, and every night before bed.” Wes said, pressing his forehead to theirs.

“Boy, don’t even, we both know you’re going to be too drunk to even find your phone, let alone make a FaceTime call.” Jazz said.

Wes was going to be stage and club hopping, and his life was about to get a whole lot faster than it already was. And while Jazz was happy that their boyfriend was finally making his lifelong dream of being a musician a reality, Jazz would miss him terribly.

“What! No! I won’t be drunk every night!” He scoffed.

Jazz gave him a ‘yeah, right’ look, causing Wes to laugh.

“Alright, I’ll probably get a little fucked up.” He said.

Jazz threw her head back and let out a laugh; Wes was full of shit, and they both knew it.

“Just a little!” He said again, this time holding a hand between the two of them and pinching his fingers together.

“I look forward to our nightly drunken FaceTime calls.” She laughed.

Wes rolled his eyes, she was right, he did like to test his limits while on the road, but he never got concerningly drunk.

“Yo Party Boy, kiss your lover goodbye, and let’s fucking go!” Dexter, the drummer of Wes’s band, said as he stuck his head out the window of the van.

Wes rolled his eyes yet again.

“Alright my love, I gotta go before they leave my ass.” He said.

Jazz pressed their lips to Wes’s one last time before pulling back.

“I love you.” They said in unison, and this time Will, the bass player, stuck his head out the window to shout a quick ‘gay!’.

The couple simply laughed, then as Jazz pulled back from their embrace, the door of the van slid open and Simon, Dexter’s boyfriend and the tour manager, wrapped an arm around Wes and pulled him into the van.

“By Jazzy, we love you!” Dan, the driver, yelled as they pulled off.

Jazz laughed and waved as they watched the van leave the Walmart parking lot.

Jazz fought back tears as she watched the van until it was out of sight. Then, whipping her eyes, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. Jazz sent a quick text to Wes, wishing him luck on the road, before opening The Girls, The They, and The Gays, group chat. Jazz sent a text to five of their closest friends, asking if anyone wanted to do a movie night, and within seconds, everyone was sending back smiley faces and thumbs-ups; so, after getting everyone’s snack orders, Jazz took their list and headed into the store.

With the help of her friends distracting them, this time away from Wes would fly by; Jazz was sure of it.

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