The holidays linger like bad perfume, the winter morning was cold, fogging the windshield glass of Jack's car as he drove through his hometown, the place is the same as it ever was . Spend weekends in his mother's house was a tradition for him, spend the holidays with his family and childhood friends. The man drove, even though he was exhausted from the flight he took from LA to his small town in Virginia. Jack had moved to LA, after his acting career started to grow. Which made him leave his hometown behind it, not only that, but his old lover too.

Once Jack parked on the driveway, next to ~their~, i mean his old school, this damn season always reminded him of you, and how he would have to face you because of the christmas festivities. During press and paused between takes, he would remember when he escaped to follow his dream and how you watched him leave. The one he met under the bleachers, that would fool around with in the park, skip the prom just to piss of their moms and the only soul who can tell which smiles he is faking.

(...)

Usually his hometwon would throw a Christmas gathering at the park, where everyone would celebrate and look around the decorations. But Jack's eyes caught you standing there, smiling (gosh how he missed your smile), and he lead himself to you. A small talk started between you two, it was akward since you two were past lovers.

"I'm staying at my mom's house. We can call it even, y'know?" Jack bit his lip, suggestivd tone in his mouth, the brunnet didn't thought straight before asking, but once the words left his mouth, why not be completely transparent to what he wants. "We can... do it like the old days, be each other's, just for the weekend."