Jaded||Gonkillu

[6] Emergency Contact

Gon's POV~

I probably like Killua. In the way that a boy likes a girl, I probably like Killua.

Killua's pretty clumsy and kind of awkward. He's not very considerate of other people, but he's the kindest when he's with me, so I don't think I care too much. He's weird, and has all of these rituals and schedules, and sometimes I find it hard to understand him, but I think that's okay.

I probably like Killua.

And Killua likes me too; or; at least, I'm pretty sure he does. He'd confessed to me once a few years back, in middle school, but I don't really know if it counts considering he was drunk. In any case, his behaviors toward me have remained the same, so, maybe I'm just hopeful, but I think the feeling is mutual.

It's confusing for me to harbor such feelings toward my best friend, and even more so to be romantically involved with someone else—Genevieve—with whom I have much less of a connection toward and with. I'm honestly surprised with my adamancy toward living a life full of lies instead of being true to myself. I'm such a coward.

Even on the off chance that my parents weren't physically revolted by the thought of me being romantically interested in other guys, there's just far too much to risk losing in confessing to Killua. Sure, my feelings would likely be reciprocated, but things would permanently change from that point forward. If we did end up dating, there's a high chance we wouldn't work out, and we would never be able to be friends again; not with the knowledge that we failed to be closer to each other. I don't know what Killua would do without me, so it's best that the both of us move on from each other in secret. That way, we can stay best friends and Killua won't ever have to be without me.

I love being helpful to Killua—he deserves it—so it was natural that I'd be the one to pick him up from the precinct.

When I pulled up, though, Killua was having a long and thorough conversation with some sort of random guy out front. He was smiley and not at all nervous, and it was quite defeating, in all honesty. I've only ever seen Killua be this comfortable with me.

It took him a moment to notice me, and he gestured for the guy to walk over to the car with him. I contemplated getting Killua in the car, and speeding back to Killua's house to avoid talking to him, but I decided against it. Killua was civil with Genevieve, so I can survive a simple encounter with a random guy. It only sucks that guy had to be so damn attractive; I pale in comparison to him, seriously.

"Thanks for picking me up, Gon." Killua grinned. "Ah, this is Domonique. He helped me calm down a bit. Thanks, by the way."

"No problem." He grinned at Killua, flashing his perfectly straight teeth. He turned to me afterwards. "And, it's nice to officially meet you, man. You can call me, Dom."

"Gon." Hesitantly, I reached across the seats and shook the hand he stuck out through the rolled down window. His grip was firm and he was friendly.

"Killua, you're a lifesaver. I owe you one."

"It's no problem, really. I—Well, actually, Gon?" He looked over to me and I perked up slightly. "Do you think you could give us a minute. I'll be there in a second, okay?"

"Yeah, sure."

I rolled up the window and leaned back into the seat of the car with a heavy sigh. I shut my eyes and whispered a curse in contemplation. I was honestly so selfish for thinking about minuscule things such as this when Killua was in such a terrible situation.

My thoughts were interrupted almost as quickly as they began, and Killua knocked on the window for me to let him in. I unlocked the door and he rushes in and shut it quickly. He looked embarrassed and awkward, but slightly excited, maybe. I stared at him for a second, before he urged me to start driving—which I did.

"What's your deal?" I joked.

"Uhh, well, I think I asked Dom out on a date this weekend?" Killua said as if he were asking himself. He fidgeted his feet, rubbing them together like crickets.

"No way?" I laughed. "You—Killua Zoldyck—asked a guy out? I don't believe it. Who are you, and what have you done with my best friend?"

"I'm serious!" He exclaimed suddenly. "I did it all by myself, and he said yes!"

"Well, I'm not surprised on that last part. Anyone would be a fool not to go out with you."

"Ah, you're just saying that."

"I'm not, it's true."

"Is not; my appearance is so boring. I've gotta change it soon."

"Oh, really? What are you thinking? New clothes?"

"Mmm...I was thinking something a bit more drastic." He grinned.

"Oh, really? What, like, bleached hair and piercings or something?" I snickered.

"Or something." He shrugged with a smug grin.

Silence settled in the car, and the radio was off so nothing filled it. I tapped my fingertips on the steering wheel as Killua fidgeted.

"Listen, Gon, I appreciate you picking me up so suddenly." Killua offered a small, sympathetic smile. "I honestly don't know what I'd do without you."

"It's really no problem, Killua. It's important that someone be there for you, and I promise to always be that person for as long as I live."

"You don't need to do all that. You've got Genevieve now; if you keep caring for me like this, she might get the wrong idea."

"Yeah, and if she does, then maybe she's not worth my time." I hid my seriousness with a joking tone and a laugh. "You'll always be my priority, Killua."

"Mm." He made a face, which perplexed me momentarily before he spoke with a sigh. "I really don't want to go home. They'll bombard me with questions."

"Wait, you...didn't call or text anyone else?" I asked confusedly.

"Hell no, dude, are you kidding?" Killua looked at me as if I were crazy. Then he laughed and leaned back on the seat, sinking down in the seatbelt. "Besides, who else was I supposed to call? You're my emergency contact."

I doubt it's purposeful, but Killua just says things that do strange things to me. They make feel and think differently, and it's slightly stressful; every time. I swear, it's as if he wants me to abandon everything for him. It's only worse that I'd consider it.

I didn't have much of a response to that, honestly. I hadn't figured that I was his emergency contact, let alone his only one. It made me feel special to him, in a way, and I got this sort of twisting sensation in the pits of my stomach—positive ones—that made me think differently.

The realization that I hadn't spoken in a long while hit suddenly, and I let out an awkward laugh to fill the silence. I could feel Killua turn to look at me. His expression—from what I could tell out of the corner of my eye—was that of confused, but also a small smile, perhaps.

I swallowed the lump in my throat and fought everything not to look his way. Instead, I kept my eyes on the road and both hands on the wheel.

"You said you didn't wanna go home?" I broke the silence with an idea.

"Yeah...not really." Killua sulked apprehensively.

"Perfect. I've got an idea then." I snapped and grinned at Killua, quickly turning back to the road, and back at him. "What do you say?"

There was a bit of hesitance in his eyes, followed by confusion, but finally that same look he almost always has around me. I tried not to grin harder when he replied.

"Let's go, then."

I definitely like Killua.

I actually kinda like this story now that I've changed the plot (slightly) and title.

anyway, yeah, Killua has naturally black hair👍