Shartdropper

Chapter VI - Confrontation

 Jamie couldn't believe his eyes. Hardic was back?! His mind overflowed with questions and concerns. Was he alright? Was he staying for a while?

Either way, he was immensely relieved after reading the note. Good thing Hardic still wants to be friends. Kayden definitely wouldn't be able to take it if he made any advances on me... Jamie furrowed his brows. Come to think of it... Kayden has been in a really bad mood recently. Hm... It's fine, we should be able to hang out more after I've mended my friendship with Damian.

The fruity boy thought back to when Kayden gave him the note on Friday.

"Your geometrical friend has a message for you," Kayden had said. Somehow, Kayden had made the word 'geometrical' sound like an insult.

After Jamie had beamed at the note, Kayden seemed to wince. Jamie had noticed, and immediately felt guilt pool up in his stomach.

Jamie sank deeper into his thoughts. That's right... I haven't committed to my relationship with Kayden at all... I feel so bad; he's probably really happy that we're together in the first place...

It was Saturday now, and Jamie had a lot of free time after finishing his gym rat classes (if he continued to ignore the math worksheet, that is). He checked the time on his phone, getting jumpscared, as it was far later than he'd imagined. I'd better get going. I need to go meet Damian and clear things up.

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Damian waited by the Fortnight Burgeria. This was a date, right? Why else would a guy invite another guy to lunch, with just the two of them? For fun? Just to hang out? Whatever. It's a bit suspicious how quick Jamie switched up though; just a few days ago, he and Kayden were on the verge of fucking.

-------- no they never fucked its just an exaggeration

Almost at Fortnight Burgeria, Jamie texted. As he went along the sidewalk, he observed each unique person passing by. He always thought it was interesting how each person here had lived a long life up until this point, and they each had their own story and goals that Jamie would never understand. To him, they were just insignificant strangers passing by, almost like NPCs that are just there for the atmosphere of a scene. They each have their own experiences, preferences, style of dressing, etc; they have been through so much in their life just to be disregarded as an NPC to Jamie. Of course, these random people wouldn't give a shit as to what Jamie thinks; the fruity boy just has a bit of a main character complex.

The friendly, familiar structure appeared as Jamie turned a corner. Fortnight Burgeria! He marveled at the glorious building . He had been here many times before, especially with Damian; the slur-sayer was particularly fond of hit game Fartnite. This place had become a religious gathering spot of some sort (at least among Jamie's friend group, that is).

The aforementioned slur-sayer was scrolling on his phone nearby when Jamie turned up.

"Hey Damian," Jamie waved. He felt a fluffy ball of warmth grow in his chest as he saw the other boy. They'd been on bad terms for a while, and now was Jamie's chance to redeem their friendship. Surely that was the reason for feeling this way, and not anything else, right?

"Oh, hi," Damian responded, looking up. His gaze softened after meeting the fruity boy's eyes.

"Let's go inside," Jamie offered. "Are you hungry yet?"

"Eh, I could eat."

The two awkwardly walked into the restaurant. Jamie found a vacant table by the window, and motioned Damian to join him.

"So." Damian sank into his seat.

"Are you and Kayden... over?" he asked cautiously. "It's not because of something I did, right?"

"No, we were never in an official relationship in the first place."

"Bro, you're kidding, right? After all that lovey-dovey shit, do you really expect me to believe that?"

"Well, what- come on, I'm telling the truth." Jamie looked away. "And anyways... It's been rough. Kayden and I have kinda been avoiding each other. We're not dating, I promise."

"Then why'd you jump to me?"

"I just wanted to clear things up. I don't want you to be mad at me," Jamie admitted. "Please. We're not dating. And..."

Damian stared at the fruity boy's wandering eyes. Jamie couldn't bear to face him. The chatter of nearby tables filled the seemingly endless silence.

"I know we were kinda a thing for a long time, but..." He mustered up all the courage left in his body. "We're... We can still be friends, right?"

Damian's heart dropped (or his shart dropped). This wasn't a date. Far from it, actually. It was all too perfect, he'd known it from the very beginning. Of course. Why would Jamie want to date him now, of all times? Of course, of course of course. He cursed a million times and slurred a million more.

He opened his mouth to yell, but stopped himself. He didn't want to scare Jamie.

"...Fine," was all he could make out. "I get it."

"But I don't get it."

"Didn't we like each other for... almost the entirety of last year?"

"Or was that just a joke to you?"

"I'm just not ready for a relationship yet," Jamie argued.

"Everything I've done for you is just out of pure friendship, I guess." Damian ignored him, emotions taking full control.

"And I guess this is friendship as well."

Damian pulled out the small bouquet that he'd prepared and dropped it carelessly on the table.

"Here, have your token of friendship. I'll be leaving."

He didn't show it, but Damian wanted to cry. Badly.