Breathing Room | Nova 

There was no way in hell she was letting her father ship her off to England, she’d thought at first. Her home was New York, everything that mattered to her was here. Why should she leave? So she wouldn’t. She thought she wouldn’t. What she hadn’t expected was for her father’s lawyer to confess his less than platonic feelings for her. Duke had more than a couple of years on her, so she’d never even considered the idea. As her mind tried to sort out all the new information, she began to realize the giant pile of shit that had built up around her. How could she get better when she’d have to see Baby and JP being happy, when her mother was just feet away? Nova wouldn’t get better without being hurt more if she stayed. With a heavy heart, lightened slightly by the man her father trusted her with, She boarded a plane to England, not sure when she’d be ready to come back.

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Nova, I don’t know what you want from me. When I’m around, you don’t want to talk. To be honest, I think maybe it would be better for your recovery if you take some time away from me. It omly upsets you when you see me anyways. If you want to talk when you get back, then you can call me.

You didn’t exactly make it easy. I loved you. I still… Fine, I’ll call.

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Then, I give up. I hope you find what you’re looking for in England.

Don’t do this to me, please. Not now, not like this.

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Can’t tell me what? Nova, I’m tired of playing games. I’m tired of being left out of the loop. If you’re going to keep things from me, I don’t know why I should bother trying to talk to you.

It’s not a game! It’s my life and you gave up being in the loop when you chose to lie to me, when you pretended that you were something you weren’t, and when you chose my best friend.

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Couldn’t bare what? Nova, I’m tired of being the only one trying here… I do care about you and… If you don’t want to talk to me then… Then we don’t have to talk.

I can’t tell you. I want to tell you, so badly… but Baby is SO happy with you… Telling you would ruin everything. All because of one stupid night…

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Nova, I know you hate me right now but you can always come to me. Even if you’re in England.

I don’t need you. There’s so much more to this and I couldn’t bare— 

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

Because contrary to popular belief, I am worried about you. What do you need to handle that you can’t handle in New York?

Well, you’re the last person I need worrying about me. You should know, you’re right on the top of the list. Followed by baby, followed by my mother, followed by eating, and—

Are you moving, Nova?  

jpcashman:

No. I’m just going to stay with my grandmother until I can handle— Until I’m better. Why do you care?

Good bye, New York. 

milathompton:

So why don’t you convince your father to let you go there instead? It’s probably healthier there what with the amount of sunlight there compared to the non-stop rain in London.

We don’t have family in Cali. Or else I’d ask.