Jay packed his bags, left his home, and is currently sitting on the ground in front of your gates. Soaked in the rain, hoping you’d show up even when he doesn’t call.

It was raining cats and dogs everywhere all awhile you’re amidst a silent war with him. You’ve both been ignoring each other for days because of a childish argument and now Jay has nowhere else to go. He misses you too.

The gate opens, he looks up. “Why not go to Shelly’s?”

He sighs. “I told you, it’s not like that.”