Making Memories of Us

A/N - Thanks for all the reviews, I wasn't going to write if no one wanted it or if no one could take two minutes to tell me they wanted more. Those of you who remember me from way back when will know that writing to tell me that threatening isn't going to get me readers will know that I don't actually give a fuck and if you don't like then you know what you can do. Yes, I haven't changed.

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At five forty five Jackson pulled his van into the little car park behind The Woolpack. He was ignoring the summersaults going on in his stomach. This shouldn't have been as big a deal to him as it currently appeared to be. It had been three years since he'd been in this village, since he'd seen anyone in it, since he'd seen him and he was over it, he was over him. Yes, he had loved him, he'd fallen without thinking it through but then who thinks it through before they fall in love? There had just been something about the eighteen year old Aaron Livesy that had drawn him in and made him fall.

SLAM

Another door to the side of Jackson slammed shut and pulled him from his reverie. It was now five fifty five and he didn't like to be late. He hated being late. Taking a deep breath he opened the van door and slipped out.

"Jack… Jackson…." Exhaling Jackson looked up. It had only been a second and already someone had recognised him. Worse than that, it was a voice that he recognised. A voice that belonged to a face he didn't think he would see again. A face he didn't want to see again. Aaron Livesy.

Their eyes locked for a few brief seconds, Jackson was just about to climb the steps of the pub and Aaron was standing less than twenty yards away. Not knowing what to say Jackson looked away, and continued his journey inside the pub. His heart was hammering in his chest. When had Aaron returned to the UK? Why had he been stupid enough to think that he wouldn't have returned? It had been years after all. Pushing open the pub doors Jackson was expecting Aaron to follow him in, demand answers but there were no footsteps falling behind him. Either Aaron was still stood in shock or he didn't care enough to follow. Jackson wasn't sure which option he preferred.

Inside Jackson looked around for Chrissie, he spotted her after a few seconds. Sitting in the back with a blonde haired guy and an older guy he assumed was her father.

"Hi Chrissie"

"Jackson, hey, this is my husband Robert and my dad Lawrence" shaking hands with each of them in turn Jackson slid into the booth beside Lawrence. "Chrissie tells us you're fixing up the farm for us?"

"Yes sir" putting a folder on the table "I have all the paperwork here"

Twenty minutes later and everything was signed. Jackson was attempting to make a quick exit but Chrissie was inviting him to stay for a drink. He didn't want to stay but at the same time he didn't want to be rude, so he agreed.

"Is it just me or are you getting some funny looks?" Lawrence asked him, and for the first time Jackson allowed his eyes to drift around the room and sure enough, there were a few faces he remembered looking at him "It's not my first time in the village, let's just say that"

"What'd you do?"

Jackson looked down and laughed "Nothing, it was more who I was seeing at the time but that's a whole different story" Lawrence seemed to accept that whatever it was was hard for him to talk about and they dropped it just as Robert returned to the table with their drinks.

"So you knew Katie then?"

"I lived here for a while a few years ago, I met her. Nice girl"

"You know Andy too then?"

Jackson nodded his head. Assessing Robert, there was something about him that he couldn't put his finger on though.

Aaron stood rooted to the spot just outside the café. That was something he never thought he'd see again. It was someone he'd thought about for years. Jackson had ignored him since there split all those years ago. It hadn't ended on the best of terms but that hadn't stopped Aaron having feelings for the older man.

What was he doing in the village? He was a builder but Aaron didn't know of anyone in the village needing a builder and if they did why would they call him? He had so many questions and he wanted to ask them but… Jackson didn't look like he wanted to speak to him.

Stopping himself from doing something stupid Aaron walked back to the garage, all the while his thoughts on Jackson, what their relationship had been, what it could have been and what an idiot he had been when he was eighteen.

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