The College JJ Series

spilling the beans

Summary: Confirming suspicions, you spill the beans to John B and Pope that you like JJ.

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You, John B, and Pope were sitting at the dining room table in their apartment, poring over takeout menus and your phones as you tried to decide what to order for dinner.

"My vote, as always, is Chipotle," John B says, looking at you and Pope.

"Of course it is," Pope says, not looking up from the table. "My vote is anything but Chipotle."

"We've really narrowed it down, guys, thanks," you say sarcastically. You look through the folder on your phone with all your restaurant apps. "Wendy's? Taco Bell?"

"You suggest Taco Bell, but Chipotle was a no?" John B asks. "Blasphemy."

"Zaxby's," Pope says. "Or Bojangles."

"Ooooh Zaxby's," you say, your interest piqued.

"We're getting nowhere," John B huffs. "Where's JJ? He should be home by now."

"On his way," you reply after glancing at your phone to see he's texted you to say he is, in fact, on his way home from visiting his history professor for office hours.

The front door of the apartment creaks open and immediately slams shut. JJ drops his backpack by the door and joins the three of you at the table. "What are we doing?"

"Deciding on dinner," you answer. "We've already put Chipotle on the 'no' list."

"Did not!" John B says defensively.

"Uhh... what's been thrown around so far?" JJ asks.

"Wendy's, Taco Bell, Zaxby's, Bojangles," Pope rattles off.

"But Chipotle is a no?" he asks. He sticks his lip out at you in a dramatic pout.

"You really want Chipotle?"

He nods, sticking his lip out impossibly further. "Please y/n."

You sigh, giving in. "Fine."

Pope throws his hands up on defeat as John B throws his up in victory. You navigate to the Chipotle app on your phone and pass it around the table after you enter your order. When everybody's orders are in, you submit it.

"Okay, who's going to pick it up?" John B asks. He quickly puts the tip of his index finger on the end of his nose. You and Pope follow suit, leaving JJ as the one who has to pick up the food.

"Fucking nose goes, every time," JJ huffs, digging his keys back out of his pocket.

"Aww, J, I'll go if you really don't want to," you offer, but he shakes his head.

"Nah, it's cool, I need to pick up blunt wraps anyway. I'll leave now and stop at the gas station on the way." JJ heads out again, leaving you with John B and Pope.

"Why do you always do that?" John B asks you.

"Do what?"

"Give in. I wanted Chipotle and you immediately said no, but he wants it, and all he has to do is pout a little and you're all, okay, Chipotle it is! Bullshit," John B scoffs.

"JB, you know why," Pope says knowingly.

"Oh. You think?" he asks.

"Bruh. So obvious," Pope says, shaking his head.

"I mean I thought so on a few occasions, but it's never been confirmed."

"Every interaction isn't confirmation enough?" Pope asks.