The Stars

Chapter 37

Jared P.O.V.

Ranboo... Ranboo... Ranboo...

Where have I heard that name? And his voice? And where have I seen him before?

But then it all clicked.

This could be my big break. I could be credited with showing the word Ranboo's actual face.

In the public. Exposed. Out forever. 

Ha.

Gay.

I'd never kiss a guy in my life.

But asking him out and everything would make things ten times easier now wouldn't it?

Ranboo P.O.V.

Delusional.

That's what I'd like to call Jared.

That is Jared.

I could sense a gay person when I see one.

I could feel myself start to become more like Elizabeth. Or Charlie now.

What I'm saying is that I'm hating the fact I'm developing feelings for him. It feels like replacing Lyra. And I felt like he wasn't gay in the first place.

Feels like a crime.

Could he have recognized me? One of those toxic friends perhaps.

So I ring up my only sensible friend who would be up at this hour. 

Aimsey picks up the phone almost immediately.

"Look who's up after telling me to sleep and embarrassing me on Twitter for it," Aimsey greeted.

"I have a larger problem, Aimsey. A problem in the shape of Jared. I chose to call you because Tubbo is likely gonna tell me some not related advice."

Aimsey oohed. "Mmm. So you go for me. Nice. Understandable. Great to hear that I'm second."

I sighed. "I have feelings for him. What am I supposed to do? I feel like he's not gay at all. Like, something seems wrong."

"Ranboo's getting all the drama," Aimsey cheered quietly, almost forgetting the sleeping figure of Serena beside her in bed.

"This is serious Aimsey."

"Yes. Sorry. I mean, follow your intuition I guess. I'm not a motivational speaker, sorry. But like, yeah. Just... dump him? I really dunno if y'all are together or not."

"But-"

Aimsey shrugged. "I'm just saying. You don't have to follow my advice. Follow your gut I'd say. I'm not much of a person for relationship advice. Despite being in one myself for quite some time."

I thanked her, shutting off the phone.

Maybe I should give Jared one more chance. 

And as my therapist said, I can't move on in life - because I'm stubborn - unless I get over my feelings for Lyra. 

We are over. Probably might never be another chance. Maybe I should have just stayed in America. No. I promised to stop thinking of this.

This may be harder than I thought.