Random Writing Prompts

Writing Prompt 2

"Follow your dreams!" A random person yells out.

"Last time I did that, I got arrested for stalking," I say under my breath.

Jax must've heard me because he says, "Who was that, thief?" I blush. Fiddlesticks!

"Um, nothing—no one," I mutter.

"Really? What about that time you were hanging out with me and got wrongly arrested? For stalking."

"Wrongly. Keyword, wrongly. I was talking about rightly accused," I effortlessly fib. He sees through it though. (Only he can)

"So I'm your dream, huh?" he teases.

"One of them," I say, instantly wincing. Shit!

"Really? How interesting?"

"I—uh—didn't mean—I—" I trip on something and fall into Jax. He clutches me arms with his strong, sturdy hands.

"I know exactly what you mean. I—I feel the same."

Damn.

And I thought our friendship would be ruined if I told him how I feel. It just became stronger. We have so many layers to our bond—yet, it's not complicated—and this was another to add to it.