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Post by jude on Jul 14, 2009 0:40:12 GMT
 --------------------- Jayson hadn't told anybody he was coming home this early. It was meant to be a surprise for Asher and his kids. It was meant to be nice and he wasn't meant to want to throw up just from thinking about it. It'd been six months since he'd seen his family. Jayson didn't blame them for not visiting, he had been a wreck since... 'Don't do this to yourself, it's just not worth it. It's not.' Shaking his head a little harder than necessary, Jay regained his ground and knocked on his own front door. It felt weird to just walk in or use the key. It was like he was a stranger in his own house. |
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Post by cassie on Jul 14, 2009 1:20:06 GMT
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It was pretty much common knowledge that Tanner oved infomertials. He'd never openly admit it in a group but whenever a friend came over and they had nothing to do but hang out, this was when his secret addiction would be releaved. It was exactly this love that meant that whoever had chosen to knock in the middle of the ad for the huggable hangers was now offically Tanner's enemy. He had been learning so much from the commertial about the dangers of wire or wooden hangers and it was now going to be put on hold. Who knew what tresures he would miss in the time it would take for him to open the door. He knew the rest of his family were home and could have done the job instead but being closest to the front door, and with Xavier upstairs keeping his sister busy, he knew the task would be left to him.
Sighing as he heaved himself off of the sofa, he dragged his feet toward the door with his eyes still focused on the TV until he couldn't see it anymore. He knew that it would just take longer doing it this way but he was hypnotised and it was hard to break that. Shaking his head as he got to the door he opened it with a slight smile to greet whoever was on the otherside, not wanting to let them know he was grumpy because of their interuption. As he looked up to see his Dad's face he was glad he'd not stayed with the grumpy expression. Blinking in shock his brow furrowed as he looked over the man in front of him to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Looking back at his eyes he didn't think twice before extending out his arms and throwing himself at his father. It had been 6 months too long for him to bare not making this their first interaction.
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Post by jude on Jul 14, 2009 1:28:28 GMT
Jayson flinched visibly when he heard the door click open. He'd half hoped no one would be home. Seeing the car pull up into the drive way would've been easier... maybe. But his son. His first born and his baby. Tanner had held Jayson's heart in tiny hands since the boy had been born.
Before Jayson could open his mouth, he felt his heart drop into his stomach when Tanner clung to him. "Oh." He breathed, dropping his duffle bag and wrapping both arms around his son. It was just like coming home from seeing family. It was just like no time had passed but it'd seemed like years instead of months, now.
One hand pressed into Tanner's back, fingers twisted in his shirt and the other cupping the back of his head, Jayson held his son close, his eyes shut tight. Jayson didn't dare speak, he didn't want to cry, to break down in front of his son.
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Post by cassie on Jul 14, 2009 1:52:17 GMT
___________________________ This wasn't how he'd expected their reunion to go at all. He thought he'd have a whole list of things to say. About how mad he was. About how he couldn't believe that he would just leave them the way he did. Explain how he'd upset everyone and left them all without any idea of when they'd ever see him again. He knew that they'd been receiving letters from him but Tanner had avoided most of them for the first couple of months, not wanting to know that he had to say. He knew that it upset Asher that he did so but he hadn't wanted to deal with it. Yet now, as he clung on tighter to his father than he ever had before, it all seemed a bit trivial. He didn't need to know about all of that right now. All he needed to know was how much he'd missed him. How much they all had.
Taking a shuddered breath against his Dad's chest he pulled back slightly and looked up to the man he had admired so much. Even now, he couldn't deny that he'd still held pride to say this man was his father. Especially now he'd attempted to sort himself out and actually turn his life around. It was more than he realized he'd ever be able to do. He'd inherited a love of alcohol from his Dad, not that he would admit it to either of his parents, but to have the strength to know when to stop? Tanner wasn't quite sure he'd gained that admirable ability from the man. Dropping his hands down to his side again he cleared his throat and stepped back from Jayson's hold around him. "Hi." He stated simply, his voice a shadow of it's usual volume. It was as if all the emotional stress he'd been put under since he left was now balling up into a lump in his throat, stopping him from being able to say anything too loud, or with any emotion aside from sadness.
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Post by jude on Jul 14, 2009 1:58:16 GMT
Jayson watched Tanner for a moment, reaching out and brushing his fingers over his son's cheek. He loved his son more than he ever thought he could love a child. When Asher had brought up kids, Jayson firmly remembered spitting beer everywhere and avoiding the conversation with a twenty minute coughing fit as he tried to pick himself up off the floor. But Tanner... Tanner was his world. His little girl too, but he had to admit... he was a little bit biased toward his first born. "Missed you, kitten."
He whispered, green eyes filling with tears. Tanner's voice had Jayson on the verge and he really, really didn't want to cry but it seemed inevitable at this point.
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Post by cassie on Jul 17, 2009 13:37:49 GMT
___________________________ Feeling his Dad's fingers against his skin he wanted to recoil away. To find that anger inside him that he'd felt before and be mad at him for what he'd done. Not only just the way he left them but his behavior before then. The drinking and the secretive way he went around it. The fact that he had this problem for so long and had done nothing to try and stop himself for as long as he did. The whole family had had to deal with the pain but none of them had reacted as badly as him. They had all just dealt with the grief and moved on. Why did he think he was so special? Why did he think he was hurting more than anyone else, so much that he just hurt the ones he loved more than they could already take? Especially Asher. All these thoughts were still in his head, at the surface of his mind in fact but as he heard the small little whisper he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He couldn't feel that hatred behind those thoughts anymore. They just seemed to be useless questions now.
Tanner couldn't stop the tears welling up in his eyes much like his fathers. It was kind of an inevitable reaction but he still didn't want to let them break over into actual tear tracks down his cheeks. He didn't like crying at the best of times and since Jayson had walked out he'd needed to be the strong one in the family. Sure, Asher did a good job of it but at heart he was still a teenager, he wasn't really prepared for it and as the only other male in the house Tanner took it upon himself to deal with it all. It was what he always did. Just deal with it, maybe write a song or two, and just push past it, move onto something else. It's what he'd done with Cassie, it's what he'd done with his sister, it's what he'd done with his Dad. So crying in the memory of this pain wasn't something Tanner liked to do, not after he'd foolishly convinced himself he was past it. Closing his eyes he wiped the tears out of them before they could fall and cleared his throat, took a deep breath and looked up to him. "Wanna come in?" His voice was still slightly unsteady but it was better than it could have been, he took that as a small victory.
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