The Jeanboy Collection

Never Have I Ever

It all stars off with a casual game, who knew that you and Jean were both into one another.

In which, Connie and Sasha leave you and Jean alone - letting whatever happens happen.

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"Never have I ever..." A laugh came from the back of Connies throat as he thought of his next one. "Never have I ever had a nickname that was in reference to an animal."

"The fuck man!" Jean was the only one in the room to put a finger down, your friends around you all laughing at Connie's direct jab at his friend. "That's not fair." He complained, whining out and stuffing his body further back into the dorm room bed.

"Yes it is, you literally used never have I ever had a buzz cut two rounds ago." Connie argued back with him, making complete sense. "I was saving this one to get you back."

"You suck man." Jean looked down at his fingers. He had three left, however he wasn't in the worse position. That was you. You had two left, as in the beginning of the game Sasha had targeted you, just because.

The loser of the game tonight was supposed to shotgun a Mike's Harder in a can, a drink that Connie magically revealed to the lot of you as soon as you and Sasha entered the boys dorm room.

"Okay, my turn!" You interrupted them to take your turn at the game, thinking hard about what to say. If they were playing dirty like that, so would you. You stared right at Sasha, glaring at the four fingers she had up. "Never have I ever used someone else's toothbrush."

"That was an accident!" She screamed out, putting her finger down as she looked at the boys in horror. She was so embarrassed that you stooped that low, although she did the same when she used drunk dialing an ex for one of your fingers. Something you had confessed to her a few nights ago, when you were talking about the things of you past. "I don't like playing like this." She huffed out, leaning her head back on the wall.

"Well, you started it Sasha." Connie gave her a deadpan look from his spot next to her. In response, she punched his thigh. "Ow!"

"Shut up, idiot." Was all that she said back to him, before the three of you turned you eyes to the next person to go. Jean.

You were sitting next to the tall boy, perched up on his bed on his side of the dorm room. It was just the four of you hanging out tonight, drinking, since it was a Thursday. Thirsty Thursday as Connie said earlier, texting you two girls to convince you to drink with the two of them tonight. Sasha accepted without asking you, and you went along just to make sure she would be okay.

"Hmm." Jean looked around the room, trying to find someone to target. The easiest person for him to target would be Connie, since he knew all the boys secrets- but Connie had the most fingers up still. He had 5, a whole fucking hand. There was no way that he would loose the game, and Jean needed to save himself. The Mike's harder cans tasted like toxic waste.

Jean, however; did not want you to lose. In the few months that you all had known one another he had started to grow a bit of a soft spot for you. Always waiting back when you walked slow, always holding the door open- eyes always seemed to wander, taking in your frame. It was safe to say that Jean had a crush on you, ever since the second party of the year where you and him had almost kissed.

Ever since that moment, he was hooked; however he didn't tell any of his friends. His little crush was a secret, for him only. Connie would be sure to fuck it all up if he found out. So Jean, in his best interest, kept his little crush hidden. Never doing anything to deal with the feelings he harbored.