Church Boy -> jschlatt au

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It was a Sunday night and Schlatt was focused on finishing his stupid project. He had been working on it non stop for the past two hours and had made good progress, but it was rather boring to work on it by himself.

Alexandra had been playing iMessage games with him on and off all day, but it was nothing that could consistently keep him entertained.

To say it blatantly, everything seemed boring without Ryan there on a call or FaceTime.

Time felt like it was moving extremely slow, despite the fact it had only been a week since the incident.

Sighing, Jonathan stuffs a paper into his text book and slams it closed. He tosses it on top of his book bag, which was slouched on the floor next to his bed. He sighs again once it falls over.

Pulling out his phone, Jonathan's eyes widen at the notification splayed across his screen. Ryan had reached out to him for the first time since the kiss. He opens his phone, because he has his settings to hide the actual message of a text until he unlocks his phone. This was a security measure he took just in case he left his phone out where his mother could see it.

ryan: hey schlatt, it's been a week since we've talked at all. i don't want to push you, but i miss you and i feel terrible. whenever you're ready, we can either meet in person or talk over text. whatever makes you more comfortable :)

Jonathan's heart fluttered. He was glad that Ryan seemed to miss him too.

He pursed his lips as he thought out his response. Jonathan didn't want to come off excited or clingy, but he definitely wanted to finally respond to Ryan's pleas of forgiveness.

schlatt: we can talk in person.. just need time to figure out what to say.

That would have to do for now. It was vague enough so he didn't have to pick a specific time frame, because Jonathan had absolutely no idea what he was going to say.

Thankfully Ryan responded with "take all the time you need!" so he didn't feel as pressured anymore. Tossing his phone away, he grabbed his text book and began focusing on his project again.

- Ryan's POV -

I haven't gotten a single message from Jonathan in a week, and he finally responded. It was relieving to know that he didn't completely hate me like I thought he did. It's been a week since I finally got a text from him, and the anticipation of our impending meet up felt like it was eating me alive.

This whole situation was a disaster. Jonathan and I were secretly friends, although we did struggle with hiding it at school. We talked on the phone all the time, whether it was to play video games, do homework, or just to have a nice conversation.

And then the Minx situation happened, and I was there to comfort him. I found myself wanting nothing more than to comfort him and be there for him.

He's such a innocent and small person. He may be much taller than I am, but his personality certainly doesn't match. He's cute and shy and the only pompous part of him derives from his uneducated parents who blindly follow their parents interpretations of the bible.

Thinking of them finding out that he participated in "homosexual activities" makes my heart ache. They'd send him to a gay camp and pay the "counselors" to torture him back to being straight.

My phone buzzes and I ignore it for a little while. It's probably Travis wanting to know if I wanna smoke with him. I picked up a small
weed habit when Jonathan and I stopped talking. It helped me relax and stop over-stressing myself. I only did it at night and was careful to only go home, eat some snacks, and go to bed.

With a hefty sigh, I threw myself back onto my bed and closed my eyes, trying to calm myself down.

This situation wouldn't seem so bad if it were just an innocent situation. But I think I have feelings for Jonathan. Every time I'm around him my mood always changes to happy, no matter how shitty the day was. He was always there to calm me down or listen to my dramatic rants.

We even sometimes hugged, especially after the day I calmed him down from the Minx situation. We would probably have hugged goodbye if I hadn't kissed him.

That stupid kiss.

Felt so good but hurt so bad. I practically ruined our friendship, and I wouldn't be surprised if we were never as close again. It would forever be awkward between us, until our friendship inevitably withers away.

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whoops i thought i published this but turns out i certainly did not