Blues Vs Pens

Blues Vs Pens

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J. Vesey - Love Songs Companion Piece

Originally posted by knosi

Author’s Note: This is a companion piece to Love Songs. I don’t think anyone needed or asked for this, but here it is, because when I was writing the first part, all I kept thinking was Kevin getting the photos of her dress and immediately texting Jimmy, so this is what you all ended up with. This is for @HockeyandTaylorSwift while she’s off her feet for a while. Send her some love! Excuse the formatting, I did this in HTML

He doesn’t get it. Doesn’t get why she’s crying, doesn’t get why this is such a big deal, doesn’t get why he’s in a suit he hates and a tie he’d rather shove back in his closet, doesn’t get why he’s dropped a small fortune inside a $7 card from Target, but he knows it’s the right thing to do… and there’s an open bar. So here he is, sat in a pew in a church with no air conditioning with his best friend and his best friend’s cousin, who he’s had a crush on since puberty. 

There’s probably 100 other ways he’d rather spend his Saturday.

When she sniffles, Jimmy can’t help but look over. He wants to roll his eyes, but he also wants to kiss her, so he settles for safe, leaving his gaze on the bride and groom- who are reading their vows off of the little index cards in their hand.

Kevin chirps her and if he was waiting for an opening to talk to her, this is it. Jimmy leans in before he can stop himself, always caught in her orbit, “What are you even crying for? Shouldn’t you be happy?” When she rolls her eyes, he wonders for a second if he’s crossed a line, made her upset with him, but she catches his eye once more and gives him a watery smile while she blots at her tears so he’s probably okay. 

Cocktail hour is spent stood at a table, eating fancy cheeses that sound nicer than they taste, listening to Kevin and his cousin chat about nothing in particular. He interjects a few times when they bicker, taking her side over Kevin’s, always. Finally everyone is funnelled into the main room for the reception. 

Kevin’s been scoping out this pretty bridesmaid since the second she walked down the aisle hours ago and it’s all about to come to a head. “Well, I’m going to go make my move. My cousin is over at the bar,” he points,“if you wanted to suddenly find your balls, man,” he pats Jimmy on the shoulder sardonically. He hates that Kev’s a little right, so he sneers but lets him walk away unharmed. 

Jimmy eyes the table full of escort cards in the corner and scoops up his and hers, tucking them into his jacket pocket. Kevin can go get his on his own, since he wants to be a prick. It’s probably time to take advantage of the open bar, and really, (y/n) is already over there, so two birds one stone and all. 

In a moment of bravery, marked by clammy palms and a little bit of heartburn, he sidles up next to her at the bar. His hand gently slides along the smooth skin of her lower back, exposed by her dress. She looks over, and appears surprised to see him there. He’s come this far, so he leans into her ear and plows through the best he can.

“Hey, use your powers for good and get me a beer. I don’t want to wait in line.” She still seems a little shocked that he’s there, but orders his beer anyway. It’s not until he sees her throw a flirty smile at the bartender that he realizes he may be cramping her style and regrets it all, suddenly remorseful for taking Kevin’s advice. 

He doesn’t think she knows where she should be, considering he has her table assignment in his pocket, so he leaves his hand where it lies and directs her towards their table, praying silently she can’t feel the sweat on his palm and trying to figure out something to say. He’s better at this in a group, but now all her attention is on him and it makes his skin prickle self consciously.

“I grabbed yours too,” is what he finally comes up with when he gets her to their table. Ivy league education and he can barely talk to the girl he likes. Pathetic. 

“Thanks,” she says to the floor as she finally kicks off her ridiculous heels. He wants to keep talking, make her laugh and smile and stay by his side all night. He’s not sure what he could say that would have that effect, but it’s probably not what he says next. 

“Why do you wear those things if you can’t even handle them for an hour?”

He’s not sure why he’s always ribbing her. Probably because she always takes his joking in stride, always knows when he’s kidding even though he stays stoic. She gets his humor, gets him, he thinks and his chest tightens unhelpfully.

(Y/n) sits back up and clinks her champagne glass against his beer, unaffected by his question.

“Because they make my ass look fantastic,” that has him choking on his beer and he relaxes, drops his guard and unclenches his jaw. She makes him laugh, comfortable and loose, when usually he holds his emotions close to his chest. 

She isn’t wrong about the heels, and he thinks, somewhere in the back of his mind that she may be flirting with him. Surely that’s carte blanche to take a peek when she stands up. He’s not completely sure though, so he lets her drink her champagne in peace and watches Kevin.

It must be nice to be Kevin, he thinks. Kevin doesn’t have a self conscious bone in his body- loud and unapologetic. He’s dancing like an idiot with that bridesmaid from earlier. Jimmy’s envious. He just walked right up to her, probably even said something stupid like, “Hey, I’m Kevin,” and now they’re like old friends, close on the dance floor. He’d never be able to do something so bold. Jimmy can’t help it, he’s always been a little more reserved, shy even- especially when she’s around.

Not when he’s on the ice, though. He feels confident there at least. 

He wishes he could take off his skates and helmet and not simultaneously undress himself of his confidence. He can feel her gaze on him. She’s sitting there, gently sipping from her flute, he doesn’t suspect that she knows he can feel her stare. 

She’s been around forever. He remembers when they were young, hanging out in the bleachers hip to hip watching Kevin skate around, cheering for the older boy’s team. He remembers when he hit puberty, suddenly becoming more self-conscious around girls and slowly realizing that he liked her differently. It was warm and it started somewhere around his chest and dripped down his whole body, heating him up and tying his tongue. Whenever she came around he always lost his edges, stumbling over himself. 

The beer is settling his nerves a little, so he bucks up and says what’s on his mind. “I don’t get this whole thing,” he waves his hand around, at the room in general. 

She looks confused and rolls her hand on her wrist, asking him to continue. 

He breathes deep, relaxing at the idea of a normal conversation. This he can do, he’s good at having opinions, good at engaging in a little debate, not so good at being cool and smooth, but he’ll work with what he has. 

“Seems like a lot of pomp and circumstance to prove you love someone.” She laughs and that’s not exactly the response he was expecting, but he’d play the fool forever if it meant he’d always get to see her like this, eyes scrunched and nose crinkled, smile spanning her face.

“Jimmy, sometimes when two people really like each other they just wanna shout it from the rooftops.” He rolls his eyes, but she looks like she really believes it. The way she’s looking at him right now, he’s pretty sure he could be convinced to make his way to the rooftop with a megaphone himself. 

Kevin sinks down next to her, sweaty and breathless, “I think I’m in love,” his eyes are still focused on the bridesmaid. She knows what she’s doing, peering back at him flirtatiously as she dances with the flower girls. (Y/n)’s eyes shine with the knowledge that she’s won. 

“Case and point, my friend.”

He honestly just needs a minute. Sitting here with her is overwhelming. She’s too much: too beautiful, too funny, too sweet, and probably too perceptive. She has to know he’s different with her around, less cool, less calm, and less smart. So, he finishes his beer and -like everything he does in life- coats himself in a thin layer of sarcasm, “Had about enough of you softies,” before getting up and heading over to the bar. He doesn’t turn back to see if she’s watching him, she probably forgot the second he walked away. 

The bartender knows his order and hands him another beer, but looks past Jimmy for something else, “Where’s your girl?" 

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