𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗯𝗼𝘆, 𝘫.𝘬𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯

¹⁴ "friends"

✧.* LOVERBOY ღ

Floch headed for the door to leave the apartment, exchanging one last stare with you. Your stare met with the floor, avoiding his stare as he shut the door. Now you were left to deal with Pieck. She sat down on the sofa, "So, are you his girlfriend now?" she asked in her foreign accent.

You and Jean exchanged eye contact before looking back at Pieck. Jean rubbed his temple while his other hand was on his hip, "Pieck, what're you doing here? Besides not having my number."

You were still standing by the bedroom, waiting for her response too, "I was hoping to talk to you in private." She stood up from the sofa and came in your direction. You straightened up as she whispered, "So did you guys do it? Was it good? I wanted to try for myself but-,"

Jean interrupted her brief evaluation of you, "Pieck, that's enough. If you really want to talk, I can meet you later."

She sighed, still looking at you. She grabbed your shoulders and kissed your cheeks, "Au revoir, mon chéri."

Jean pulled her away and said to her, in what you assumed was French, "Je te parlerai plus tard."

She nodded and walked to the door, closing it behind her. You had no idea what he said but the way the words rolled off his tongue with ease was deathly attractive to you. You stopped yourself from jumping all over him with Floch's words in the back of your mind, "Don't fuck this up for us Y/N."

Jean reached for you but you backed away. Your eyes were glued to the floor, "I'm gonna go."

You walked into the bedroom and searched for your clothes. You pulled his t-shirt over your head, braless, and grabbed your dress that was folded neatly onto the dresser. Jean came up behind you in an attempt to flirt, "Not right now." You moved his hands from your waist and moved to the other side of the room for your hair tie.

He scratched his head and finally asked, "Okay, what's going on? You were fine a minute ago. If it's about Pieck I swear you don't-."

You blurted out as you grabbed your shoes from underneath the bed, "It's not Pieck," He came up to you, "Then what?"

He grabbed your face, looking between both of your eyes waiting for you to answer. You closed your eyes and kissed his hands, "We can't do this anymore." You could sense his unsteadiness by how slow his hands moved from your face, "What?"

You opened your eyes to meet his confused face. You took his hands off of your face and headed for the front door. He followed behind you as you rushed to put your shoes on, "Y/N, what do you mean we can't do this again?"

You ignored him, putting on your left shoe and tying the shoelace. You grabbed your phone from the table by the door and Jean stood by the door with his hand on the doorknob. You didn't look him in the eyes as you demanded, "Get out of my way please."

He shook his head, "Look at me."

You inhaled and exhaled, looking up at him. "What did Floch say?" Your eyes moved back to the floor. He let go of the doorknob and held your arm in a much gentler way then Floch did. You pulled your arm away, "Jean," your voice was shaky, "I'm just going to get in the way of your dreams. I don't want to ruin that. I can tell how much music means to you."

He rubbed his eyebrow as if to ward off a headache, "What the hell are you talking about? You're not ruining anything, you're making it better."

You glanced up at the ceiling to stop your eyes from watering, "We need to just stay friends. No benefits. No dates, no hookups-"