Your Second Favorite Sweatshirt

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It was a simple concept. I missed him. Ever since June 13th, when he left. I would sit around my bedroom, sulking absently. Working was impossible, focusing was impossible. I could barely sew a straight line without injuring myself, I was so out of it.

Because for the first time since I was around ten, I hadn't seen him in over two weeks, and I was beside myself with self pity.

I knew he was busy. He had called twice, each short but nice conversations. He texted before he fell asleep every night as best he could, not being able to talk because of Nick-ordered voice rest. He said he was doing well, missing me, and busy. Always busy.

It was the first tour ever that I'd missed. Ever.

Because apparently, I had to stay home to work on graduating. A big part of my application to CUA was the clothing line that I'd design and make, and my parents decided that I needed the time I'd be spending on tour for working on that.

So, here I was, incapable of making anything worth anything, and depressed. And missing him.

My phone went off on his ring. It was some ridiculous Japanese song that he fell in love with and put as his contact ring. I snatched the phone from the nightstand and looked at it.

"New Text message!"

I flipped my phone open and pressed 'view'.

hey, stells.

I rolled my eyes and texted back, saying a simple 'Hi, Joe'. It was a few mere seconds before the answer.

stella stella tell me you love me

'I love you, Joe.'

stella stella. are you feelin' me now?

'What?'

stella stella, i think it's about time we get down

I frowned, confused at his ridiculous statements. There was a clicking sound coming from the window. I looked up at it and sighed, putting my phone down and walking over to the window. I pushed the bottom half to overlap the top and looked out, suddenly gasping.

"Joe, what are you doing here!?!"

"I'm home for the weekend. We've got shows in LA tomorrow and the next day."

"Why didn't you tell me that!"

"I wanted it to be a surprise. A birthday surprise." He said, grinning. I blushed, and bit my lip. "Come down and let me kiss you."

"Joe! My parents will kill me if they find you here!"

"Please! Stella, come on, I wanna see you!"

"I'll come over early tomorrow, okay? We can be together all day."

"But..." He said, his eyebrows creasing.

"Joe...I'll see you tomorrow."

"Fine..." He said softly. "Oh, uh, what...what do you want for your birthday...?"

"Well...you've got a second favorite hoodie, right?"

"What?"

"Sweatshirt. Hoodie. You've got loads of them. Which one is your second favorite?"

"Why?"

"Because I want that."

"You want my second favorite hoodie for your birthday?"

"Yeah."

"Why my second favorite?"

"Well, I'm not gonna take your favorite hoodie."

"But, why do you want it?"

"Cause then I won't miss you as much when you're away."

So, It really could be called a drabble it's so short, but I wanted to finish it. This is basically my dream. Second favorite sweatshirt. :3

-sigh-

Reviews are more than welcome.

-emsie