"Mi corazón,

2 and 1/2 weeks until I am out of here, 2 and 1/2 weeks until I can hold you and kiss you. 2 and 1/2 weeks until I'm back home. I promise that everything will work out when I come back, I'll set everything straight when we get there. I love you, that's what matters. I will kill anyone that dares hurt you again. Being here may help me sort through some issues in my head, but I will not hold back if anyone harms you. You dont realize how important you are to me, I dont think I'll ever be able to show you just how much I love and appreciate you; it's not possible. After all, I can't even comprehend it myself.

I will never leave you, baby. That's a promise. If I do ever leave, feel free to kill me, get someone to kill me. Hell, I think the guys would kill me if I ever left you. Fuck, leaving you isnt something I could never think about, so dont worry about it. I'm happy you booked us for so long because im not planning on letting you go. You aren't the only one yearning, I feel the same. I know things are hard right now, but you are powerful, and if anyone can get through this it's you. 2 and 1/2 weeks, mi amor.

Receiving your letters is also the highlight of my week. I anxiously wait for my letter to come in, you're the first one I look for. Ya know, being away from you for so long has made me realize how much of an impact you've had on my life. It also made me realize I give you full credit for making me a better person. I've had time to reflect on myself, and holy shit was I a bad person. I feel the need to apologize to everyone I've ever harmed. Including you. I am so fucking lucky to have someone like you, I dont deserve your love and kindness. I am sorry you love someone like me, and I promise I'm going to do so much better to be a better person. I'm sorry that I love you so much and I'm not willing to let you go. I'm not afraid to tell the world how much I love you, and how much im sorry for being the asshole I was before. I can't see how you love me, but I can see exactly why I love you. You are the kindest and strongest person I've ever met. You are so much stronger than me, in so many different ways. You are an earth-bound angel from heaven, and I'm so lucky to be your future husband.

I'm growing wreckless, I miss my home. I miss my family. Being here has made me realize I do actually have a family that loves me. You guys. You all are my family, and I love all of you. Dont tell the guys I said I loved them, they'd call me a sap.

My father wrote to me, well, my mother did all the work. He said he hoped that I was thinking over my mistakes. Do I write him back? Do I tell him to fuck off, tell him how much I still love you? Do I tell him that sending me away to a boot camp isnt going to change my sexual and romantic feelings for you, a biological male who I am in love with? Do I tell him all of this, or say fuck it and dont respond. I'm no longer a legal minor, I can leave the house now. That's what I'm going to do. I dont care if they cut me out, I dont care if they freeze my cards, I dont care if they disown me. I know who my family is now.

Hey love, we only have 2 and 1/2 weeks. Dont give up yet. Keep going, my angel, my heart, my home, my future. I love you so much, Malcolm. I love you, I love you, I love you. I can't wait until I can tell you this during our weekend together, during the rest of our time together. I dont know why, but I'm so happy I'm crying while writing this. I love you.

-Jackson (A.K.A. your husband.)

-P.S. Dont freak out over the forehead it's okay."

"What?" I laugh to myself.

"That's a lot shorter than normal," Gene leans over Tim's shoulder to see.

"I dont think he's doing so well over there right now," I smile and hug the note to my chest. "He's saying he..." I laugh lightly, remembering him saying not to tell them. "He's excited to come back."

Gene pats my back lightly, giving me a weak smile. I shrug my shoulders, fold up the letter, and pull out the new photos. I see he still isnt shaving, I think it looks amazing, but he is starting to look a little older. The next photo is him with a large gash on his forehead, I gasp. The next photo is him stitched, lying down, with his thumb held up to the camera. Another of him is in bed with stitches on his forehead, but this time he's making a heart with his hands. I see writing on the back.

"Dont be upset, please? I promise it's okay! XOXO"

I laugh and flip it back over. We pass the photo of the open and stitched forehead. Seeing it, and knowing no story about it, is making me curious and nervous.

"He probably lost his cool again. That makes 2 scars on his ugly mug," Gene laughs.

I roll my eyes and take back the pictures, then I start my response.

"Hey, my love,

I see we're heading to the husbands' label, huh? It's a little too soon for a proposal, but I'll accept it no matter where we are. Who knows, I might even be the first to propose, mi amor.

You aren't the only one that's worked on some things while you've been away. The whole group has been working on their own stuff. Gene and Tim are very cute together, I'm very happy for them. Seeing Tim like this reminds me of when I had a crush on you. God, I was so stupid. All I could imagine, all I could ever dream of, was the day you went gay. I imagined the day you went gay I'd jump you. Imagine my surprise when my dream started becoming reality. I never thought, for even a second, that I would have a real chance with you, which is why I'm so fucking happy right now. I have no time to be sad when you are actually my boyfriend. Hell, you even outed yourself for me, almost got arrested for me, beat the fuck out of someone for me. It almost feels like a fairytale.

Now im getting sappy, crap. Shit."

"You're really gonna put that?" Tim leans over to look at the paper.

"Yes, he'll get a laugh out of it, which is all I need right now. As long as I know he's going to laugh a little bit when he's feeling this depressed and homesick... I'll feel accomplished."

Tim gives my side a hug, "My brother is such a simp," he sings happily.

I elbow his side, pushing him away, and then I continue.

"I'll wake up from a dream with you and I can't stop myself from crying. Trust me, love, you aren't the only know who is homesick. Technically It'll be 2 weeks when you get this letter. Can you believe how slowly time has passed by? I feel like 1 week will be really fast, then the next week will be super slow.

Im taking the chemo better than before, Im able to go to school the day after a chemo session, whereas it would take me 2 days to recover. Im having more fun on the weekends, like, This weekend I'll be heading with the gang to go shopping, and they guys are going to spend some time together as well. It's not all that bad. Time feels like it's moving so slowly, all I want is to see you, but I can't so im keeping myself busy.

I'm sorry you heard from your father like that. You know my family would gladly take you in, after you were sent away they really understood. Do what you want my love, tell them if you want, dont tell them, I dont mind. Do what you need to do hun, you have my full support.

Honestly love, I dont know how much longer I can last without a breakdown all over again because you're gone. When you see me, I expect you to lock us away. Do not Disturb on the door our entire 3 days there-"

"Gross," Tim gags next to me.

"Fuck off, will you. Like you and Gene dont do that," I elbow his side.

"Hey, for your information-" Tim starts to argue Gene covers his mouth.

"Now now, let him write his letter in peace, Timmy," Gene kissed Tim's cheek. Then Gene's hand is ripped away abruptly, with a look of betrayal. "Did you just bite me?"

"That's what you get for calling me that!" Tim crossed his arms.

"Oh come on, Tim, you know im just teasing you babe."

"And we've talked about that," Tim's expression softens from anger to disapproval.

"I'm sorry, I know you dont like it. I'll stop. Please, forgive me, baby?"

Tim smiles and leans forward to peck Genes lips, "Okay, fine."

Gen smiled and pulled Tim's chair closer to his, Tim laughed as Gene's hands wrapped around Tim's abdomen.

" Well Jack, You better write me soon with new pictures so I have an idea of all the scars I'll be yelling at you for when I see you.

I love you, Jackson. 2 weeks left.

You're husband."

"Hello, you in there?"

I look at Tim with a raised brow.

"Off in la-la land? Bell rang, let's go."

I look around and see the room clearing out, I pack my things and stand with Tim. I dont move to go to class, I stay put.

"What now? you alright?" Gene asks while grabbing Tim's hand.

"I want to go to Jack's place, I can't do the rest of today, I just can't. I'm so tired, I just want to sleep."

"Let me drive you," Gene offers then nudges Tim. "Then we can sneak out of here, and go on a date. What ya say?"

"Eww, fine," Tim jokes and grabs my hand. "Let's go, I'll tell your mom you're with me and you just had an off-chemo day."