one day| jonathan byers x reader B1

vii.

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jonathan agreed to come to my house so i could talk with him. i was pacing back and forth in my bathroom right now as he was sitting in my room.

what if he doesn't forgive me?

does he hate me?

what if he thinks i've changed and... doesn't like me anymore?

this is too much for my brain to handle.

i took a deep breath and opened the door, jonathan waiting, sitting at my desk. i walked out of the bathroom, slowly sitting down on my bed facing him.

now or never.

"so..." i put my hands in my lap. "first off, i guess it would be best to start from the beginning."

jonathan raised his eyebrows, not expecting me to bring on that topic. but he nodded lightly understand what i meant quickly, agreeing.

"i'm really sorry for leaving. i just got involved with steve and wasn't thinking. i thought about talking to you, i really did, and i know it sounds like an excuse, but every time i got the courage i just couldn't." i said looking down at my hands.

"y/n," jonathan says standing up.

"i know how it sounds, but really, i'm sorry. i miss you, literally, all the time." i chuckled and looked up at him, my eyes glossy.

"i'm sorry."

he walked over to the bed, sitting beside me, "it's alright. i forgive you. i was never mad." he lightly placed his hand on mine and squeezed it.

i smiled and opened my arms for a hug, which he leaned into. we sat there in a tight hug for about a minute, before plopping back on the bed.

"y'know, i thought you would hate me and not accept my apology." i turned to my left, looking at him. he did the same, looking at me.

"ipanicked in the bathroom just thinking about it."

he rolled his eyes, "y'know i couldn't say no. you're my best friend."

"hmm, you're right. you love me too much." we laughed a bit before staring up at the ceiling again.

it was a comfortable silence, not the type like in the car the other day. i thought about our memories as kids and how we would sit in my room for hours, talking about music or crushes. i never told him mine, because obviously, he was mine.

although, he still is.

i sat up quickly when i heard the door slam downstairs. it could only be my father, and i didn't want him knowing jonathan was here. i was saving myself from that "you had a boy in the house" conversation.

"hide, hide, hide!" i whispered, pushing jonathan towards my closet.

"hey—" he said before i closed the door on him.

"sorry! just really quick."

i sat down on the front of my bed, hearing footsteps come up the stairs. i really hoped he wasn't drunk. and why was he home so early? it's only 6. i bit the inside of my cheek, hearing my doorknob turn, and my door opened. dad stood there in the doorway, looking around, before his eyes landed on me.

"what're you doing?" he asked flatly.

"nothing." i blurted. maybe too quickly.

"uh, well, i brought you a milkshake. i got off early today." he said handing me a styrofoam cup with a straw in it.