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April Come She Will | j.t.k

Inspired by one of my favorite songs ever, April Come She Will by Simon and Garfunkel. I love you all my sunshines, you might need some tissues though <3

Word Count: 1.6k+

Taglist; @jakeytkiszka @gretavanflowerpower @gretavanfleas @doodle417

Warnings: ANGST, Death, swearing, The Outsiders spoilers, mentions of murder, heartbreak, pain

April, come she will. When streams are ripe and swelled with rain

The smell of rain flooded your nose as you stepped outside. It was a soggy Sunday morning, and you decided to head to the local bakery. You were craving a chocolate croissant, and since you have no plans today you’re free to just relax. It wasn’t cold so you decided to walk the mile and a half into town, window-shopping as you passed all the family owned shops and restaurants.

As you entered Claire’s Sweet Treats you were greeted with the pleasant smell of sugar, pastries, and vanilla. You had always loved the smell of Claire’s, it reminded you of your grandma’s house.

The bakery wasn’t very busy, which was normal for a Sunday in this town. Everyone sleeps in on Sundays and town isn’t usually busy until noon. You walked up to order your usual, a caramel frappuchino with extra caramel and a chocolate croissant.

As you waited at the other side of the counter your head raised as you heard the bell of the door ring, indicating someone was coming in. That’s when you saw him. He had long brown hair that went to his shoulders and a pretty face. You knew he wasn’t from here, dressed in a button up shirt, with only a few buttons actually buttoned, some skinny jeans, and boots. You had never seen this man before, in your town everybody knew everybody. He stood out.

You continued to watch him as he browsed all the drink options, suddenly turning his head your way, you quickly averted your eyes to the floor. You didn’t look at the man again after that, worried he had caught you staring. That was until you heard your name being called.

“Y/N!” You realized that wasn’t the first time Tyler had called your name, bringing you back from your thoughts.

“Sorry Tyler, just thinking about something, thank you!” You grabbed your coffee and bag from him giving him a polite smile as you made your way to a table near the back. It was your favorite spot because it was right under a speaker, and the bakery’s playlist was quite enjoyable.

You were enjoying your croissant and coffee, listening to If You Want to Sing Out, Sing Out by Cat Stevens, when Jake walked over to your table, coffee in his hand with a slight smile. “Is this seat taken?” He asked motioning to the empty chair across from you, as you looked at him, then the chair, then back at him, he caught you of guard with your croissant on its way into your mouth. You shook your head, unable to get any words out as you looked at the man, closer now, with slight confusion. He was even prettier up close, he had warm brown eyes, and he presented himself in a way that drew you into him, eager to know more about this man. He also had a small smirk on his face as he watched you study him.

“Hey, Im Jake. Pardon my intrusion, but I couldn’t let a pretty girl like yourself eat alone, especially not when you look like you want to ask me something,” He reached his hand across the table to you, you noticed a beat up braided bracelet on his wrist, you took his hand while looking at him, a timid smile and slight blush on your face as you spoke, “I’m y/n. And no worries, I don’t mind.” You let go of his hand, his lingering for a second and then going back to his coffee. You had to ask him, you knew he wasn’t from here.

“Did you recently move here? I’ve never seen you before and, no offense, but you don’t necessarily dress like people who live here do. Not that it’s a bad thing though. You look wonderful I just mean that in this town we all dress, well, comfortably, Not saying that you don’t look comfor-” Jake cut you off as you started to ramble by clearing his throat.

“Yes I actually just moved here from Michigan, and don’t worry darling, no offense taken,” He gave you a charming grin as he took a sip of his coffee. Your heart skipped a beat, his smile was breathtaking.

That night Jake fell asleep with a grin on his face, eager to get to know more about this y/n.

May, she will stay. Resting in my arms again

You and Jake had been dating for a year and a couple weeks now. You found out he lived down the street, played the guitar, was in a band with his twin brother Josh, his younger brother Sammy, and their childhood friend Danny, and had an impeccable fashion sense. Now, he often stayed at your house, or you at his. You both enjoyed music, drinking, and being around each other. Right now you were curled up next to him on the couch watching The Outsiders, one of your guilty pleasure movies.

It was getting to one of the saddest parts of the movie, Dally’s death. Jake knew by now that Dally was your favorite, and he squeezed you tighter as Johnny died, knowing Dally’s cursed fate. No matter how many times you’ve seen this movie, you still cried like a baby as he fell to the ground.

“He was a heartbroken teenager Jake. His best friend just died, the only reason he was in the gang was because of Johnny. He didn’t know what to do, he didn’t deserve to die. Neither of them did, Jake.” you sobbed into his chest, him whispering comforting words into your ear, rubbing your back with a small smile on his face, because he loved you and he loved everything about you. How you weren’t afraid to express your emotions, how you always knew what you wanted, spoke up when you didn’t like something. He loved you.

That night you and Jake fell asleep on the couch together.

June, she’ll change her tune. In restless walks she prowl the night

The house was silent as you and Jake were in two different rooms. You two finishing an argument about his upcoming tour and how he was never home.

“Y/N we’re going on tour in a fucking month! Of fucking course im not gonna be home as often, we have to work on our songs, interviews, and getting ready. I have more important things to do than be home all the time!” he yelled at you. All anger previously in your eyes was replaced with shock. Tears welled up in your eyes, and as he realized what he said, how badly his words hurt you, you stormed off into your bedroom before he could say anything. Jake had just told you that music was more important than spending time with you. You understood that music is his passion, but you just wished he’d at least tell you he loved you sometimes.

Jake slept on the couch that night.

July, she will fly. And give no warning to her flight

It had been a week since you moved everything out of Jake’s house. It had been 6 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 8 days since you broke up with him. You loved him, but you just couldn’t take it anymore. It had been 3 days since you rented an apartment in New York. You had 1 more day to pack before you left Nashville.

All of Jakes things that you found in random places in your house were in a box by the front door, ready to be brought over to his house. As you packed all of the boxes in the U-Haul you walked throughout the house one more time. Different memories of you and Jake flooding your brain as you looked around your now empty house.

The kitchen where you and Jake had been known to dance around while baking together. The dining room where you, Jake, Josh, Danny, and Sammy all made gingerbread houses together judging each other’s and eventually ruining the others houses. The living room where you and Jake would cuddle up close and watch movies, listen to music, and just bask in the others presence. Your bedroom, where you and Jake first said I love you to each other, where you lost your virginity, and where you cried when you guys had one of your last fights.

You left the house, driving past Jakes house, dropping the box off onto his porch, with no knock or doorbell ring. You couldn’t face seeing him, your heart was already in tatters. However, as you drove away you could see him step out onto his porch from your rear view mirror, picking up the box and turning towards your truck.

Jake didn’t sleep that night. He hasn’t slept in 8 days.

August, die she must. The autumn winds blow chilly and cold

When Jake got the news that you died he didn’t know what to do. Danny had told him, apparently he kept in touch with you and found out through your mom. You died on the streets of New York City, after trying to help a woman who was being harassed by a drunk man. You had pulled the man off the woman, but he pinned you to the other side of the alley wall, stabbing you with his switchblade.

Jake didn’t sleep that night. Instead Jake cried, and remembered every moment you two ever shared together. And moments that never happened, and now, never could.

September, I’ll remember. A love once new has grown old

The funeral was in September. Jake and his brothers postponed the next few tour dates, heading to your hometown in New Jersey, where you were going to be buried next to your dad.

At the funeral Jake didn’t cry. Josh, Sammy, and Danny cried. Danny comforting Sammy the best he could and Jake comforting Josh. Jake had hugged your mother, telling her he loved you and how sorry he was. She knew how dear he was to you, even after the breakup.

Jake was the second to place a flower on your casket, second to toss dirt onto your casket, and second to give your mother a hug.

Jake cried himself to sleep that night. Everydayhe regretted everything he had said that night. He regrets not stopping you, he regrets not trying to fix things before it got bad. He regrets not telling you he loved you before you left him. He regrets many things, but he doesn’t regret loving you. He’ll never regret the time he spent with you.

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