Sweet Tooth

PT. 3

"He's smiling at his phone again," as soon as Connie said that, he could hear Sasha bounding towards him as per usual. It was like a game for the three of them at this point, and he smirked at the resulting cry as he locked his phone before Sasha could see it was only you.

"Jean," Connie's groan sounded so pleasantly annoyed as he flung himself over the arm of his designated chair, "buddy, just tell us, you scared I'm g'na steal her or something?"

"Absolutely not," his tone alone has Sasha rolling her eyes as she laughs.

"Does she know you're so grumpy?"

"There is no her," he sighed, clapping Connie on the stomach as he walked to their front door, "you guys just make it too easy to mess with you."

"Liar," Sasha took it upon herself to take his spot, sitting in a similar position to Connie's, throwing a dramatic arm over her face, "you've been so much more fun lately, and we catch you smiling like a dope at your phone, like, fifteen times a day."

"Fifteen times a day sounds like an overestimate," he can't help it, raising an eyebrow in her direction.

"Oh no, we've totally been keeping a tally," Jean can't even tell if Connie is joking or being serious at this point.

"Whatever, just do me a favor and be quiet about it already," he sighed, opening their front door- hearing Sasha go ' oh she's here'. Instead of she , though, you stood there as a much-appreciated reprieve from his two favorite idiots. All he'd been looking at was you saying that you were here; no smiles, no googly eyes... He had no idea what they were talking about. Just you uttering a soft hi Jean as the wind wisps your hair around and he greets you back.

"Hi guys," you wave as best as you could with the bag you were trying to carry, smile turning into something of a grimace when the pair burst out laughing, "what's so funny?"

The laughter seemed to pause for a second which had you turning to look at Jean for some possible answer. All you saw was him pinching the bridge of his nose and shaking his head, and maybe if you weren't feeling like a butt of some joke you would have laughed yourself at how dramatic he always was.

"Did I- Did I do something, or...?"

You could practically feel the laughter burst out of their mouths once it started again, harder and more intense than before. They were like hyenas, Jean couldn't help but think while he stood there with pursed lips and wordless rid you of your bag and opted to carry them himself. "Just ignore them, they're even worse than usual today."

"We're not-"

"We're not laughing at you ," more laughter erupts as Sasha picks up where Connie can't, "we just- we thought he was texting a- a girl !"

You look at Jean out of the corner of your eyes, slight laughter trying to escape your lips because whatever was going on here was so lost on you that it was turning comical. Their laughter was contagious even when you looked at Jean with your questioning eyes. He simply shakes his head, and in the times you've been back here you've learned the way he's looking at you is code for don't keep egging them on . Still-

"Jean texts girls," you 'defend' him with a smirk on your lips, "he was just texting me-"

They cackled .

" Here we go , thanks a lot," he mutters beside you, audibly through clenched teeth.

"Not you - like, a girl who'd actually be interested in him," a small snort escapes your lips in the same second his hand clasps tightly around your wrist.