Bi Pride - Kleinsen Fanfic

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My legs swung softly back and forth, hitting Jared's bed and making small thump sounds each time. Jared leaned back in his seat and looked to me. He sighed.

"Can you stop? That's annoying." I nodded slowly and quickly stopped. Jared went back to reading through my laptop. I had told him the day before I couldn't meet up and help him with homework since I had to go to therapy. He asked me, and I quote...

'What the fuck do you even do in therapy?'

I let my letters to myself slip and he was persistent on reading them. Eventually, I gave in and now here I am, sitting here awkwardly, embarrassed as hell, while Jared reads my letters with a very judgmental look on his face. He seemed unimpressed. I had no clue he'd be able to think any less of me, but clearly I was wrong.

Jared closed my laptop and swiveled in his chair, facing me. He crossed his arms.

"Wow, I thought that would be way more interesting than it was." my face flushed slightly and I looked down, embarrassed. He scoffed.

"Dude, calm down. It's not a big deal. You're basically every other emo twelve year old." I looked up to him, a little mad.

"J-Jare, those l-letters aren't just--"

"What did you call me?" I paused. I didn't think I called him anything.

"J-Jared?"

"No you said something else."

"...J-Jare?" He nodded. My face heated up a bit. I didn't realize I had called him that.

"W-Why....why did you call me that?" he asked. I noticed his face was a small shade of pink. I shrugged a bit.

"I-I don't know it slipped o-out. I'm s-sorry if you d-didn't like it I didn't mean t-to call y-you that." I stuttered. He frowned a bit and looked away, tensing slightly.

"I-I don't care! I-I was just confused..." he trailed off. An awkward silence fell over us. I refused to look Jared in the eye. Not that it mattered since he was looking away as well.

"So...do you even like writing these?"

"No! T-That's the thing. T-there's no p-point them!" I said, quickly recovering from embarrassment. He chuckled and shook his head.

"Then just don't do it."

"My m-mom and therapist w-will get mad."

"Then don't go to therapy."

"I h-have to."

"Why?"

"My m-mom makes me." I said, shrugging. His eyebrows furrowed a bit.

"Well that sucks." I sucked in a breath and let out a small giggle.

"Yeah, it k-kinda does. I mean, I s-should be making the d-decision w-whether I need therapy o-or not. E-Especially since t-there isn't anything r-really wrong with me." I lied. I definitely lied. I could go on forever about what's wrong with me.

Jared cocked his head to the side.

"Social anxiety?" I paused.

"Okay, one t-thing wrong with m-me." We both laughed softly. Jared shook his head and tapped the chair, standing up.

"Well I better go. I have nothing better to do." He went to leave.

"W-Wait!" I yelled a bit louder than I meant. He paused and turned to me, his hand on the doorknob. I went quiet. I hadn't meant to call out for him.

"What?"

"I-I...uhm...I-I just w-wanted to know i-if you could stay l-longer. I-If you want to o-of course!" He stuttered. I was mentally smacking myself.

WhAt Am I dOiNg!?!?

He raised his eyebrow and snickered.

"You want me to stay?" I rubbed my arm and nodded slowly.

"Y-Yeah..." I looked down. I heard Jared chuckle softly.

"I'd love to stay and hear you ramble about trees and boring nature shit, but I have to head home before my parents freak out. Bye, Acorn!" He called as he walked out of my room. I found myself smiling softly at Acorn. It just sounded so sweet coming from Jared.

I shook my head and blocked the thought out.

It'd be best to just move on.