Just Jlyke things.

Sweater Weather

I'm on my hand and knees begging you not to judge me rn. Also I was using a prompt generator for this lol

Pure fluff. No warnings.

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John and Blyke had been getting closer recently. While John would NEVER admit it out loud, he was actually enjoying having another friend. Sera's great of course! But she's got a lot of stuff to deal with, and she can't hang out with him as much.

Luckily for him, Blyke had been a bit more conversational recently, and John actually responded with genuine answers instead if dismissing him like he used to!

Eventually, they started becoming closer, to the point of even hanging out with each other. Like right now!

Currently, Blyke and John were sitting on Blyke's bed and talking about whatever came to mind. Whether it be people, the safe house, teachers, grades, etc. It just came naturally to them at this point.

"Have you studied for the test this week? Like, at all?" Blyke questioned, cocking his head to the side.

"At this point? I don't think ANYTHING can save my English grade." John responded, staring at his wall.

"That's not an answer."

"It's all you're getting."

Blyke let out a huff of laughter, before turning to stare at the wall as well. He had taken off the sweater that he was wearing, and was now in a white t-shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. They sat in a comfortable silence before Blyke stood up ramrod straight in panic, and whipped around to look at John.

"What time is it?" Blyke asked urgently.

John looked at his phone. "Uhh... it's about 5:30. Why?"

"Shit! I have to hand in some homework before 6!" He shot up off the bed, forgetting to grab his sweater, and raced out of the room. John heard the door to their dorm slam shut. Then he was alone.

John let out a sigh, and collapsed onto his blankets. He was used to being alone, but lately he found himself enjoying it less and less. It was something about being around other people, joking with them and laughing with them. He liked it. To be fair, most people do like being around others and messing around, but to John this was still fairly new territory. He was doing better though. He was getting better. And that's all that he can ask for right now.

John stared up at his ceiling, kind of bored. He ended up pulling out his phone to play some music. Maybe a love song. He had been listening to them more and more lately. He pretended that he didn't know why he had a sudden obsession with love songs recently. Just like how he ignored the fuzzy feeling in his chest whenever he and Blyke would brush shoulders or hands when walking side by side.
But alas, his phone was at 3%, so he went to charge it instead.

He plugged his phone in and put it down on his desk. He turned to sit back on his bed, when he noticed that Blyke's phone had slid out of the sweater pocket at some point. John knew that going through someone's phone is generally a bad idea, but John was curious what Blyke's spotify looked like.

So he picked up Blyke's phone and got to the lock screen. The background picture was a photo of him, Isen, and Remi. It looks like Isen had stolen Blyke's phone in order to take the picture. It was kind of cute.