Are We Still Friends? ||| Jake Webber x Johnnie Guilbert |||

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(Johnnie's POV)

    I wake up and decide to go downstairs. I don't see Jake so I'm guessing he's not home. I decide to sit on the kitchen counter and look at Instagram. About five minutes later I hear someone pulling into the driveway. I hear a car door slam, and then I'm guessing Jake walking up to the front door. I then hear them jingling their keys into the lock on the front door. The door opens and I see Jake. "Hey." I say, not wanting to leave my spot. "Hey. Why are you sitting on the counter?" He says, I get off the counter in embarrassment. "Sorry." I say, a pink tint covering my cheeks. "Why are you saying sorry?" The taller man looks confused, and somewhat sad. "Are you okay?" I say, asking a genuine question. "Umm. Well--- I just kind of broke up with Tara." He says, dragging out the L in well. "Really?" I say, in an empathetic tone. "Well, I mean like- It was a decision that both of us decided was best." He says a darkness coving over his face. "I'm sorry. If you need anything Jake, just ask, okay? I'm going to go to my room." I say as I walk out and into the hall, for some reason I feel-- happy? What? "Okay Johnnie! I'll see you!" Each time I take a step his voice gets lower. I open the door, close it, and flop on my bed. I try and use my phone for a couple hours, trying to pass the time.

( A couple hours later )

(Jake's POV)

    It's now dark and I can't fall asleep. I'm considering ask Johnnie what he's doing, but I'm kind of scared. I don't know why. I creak open my door and walk slowly to Johnnie's room. I bring my fist up to his door, not going to lie, I'm actually nervous. I put my anxiety to the side, and knock slowly, three times. "Yeah??" Johnnie says, sounding half asleep. It takes a second for him to answer. "Can I come in?" I ask. "Yeah." I come in, seeing a half-asleep Johnnie on his bed. "I can't sleep." I say, walking over to him. "Come here." The shorter, black haired one says, with his arms open. I can't see anything, since the room is almost pitch black. "You want me to-" I start saying, getting cut off by him. "Cuddle? Yes." He says, he sounds a bit drunk. He's slurring his words.  "Johnnie, have you been drinking?" I ask, I can smell the alcohol. "Maybe." He says, I look trying to find the drink he has consumed. "Just come here." He says, again slurring his words. "Okay I guess." I think it's fine. Since he's drunk. Like I'm as straight as a dick. I'm not gay. Right? I go onto his bed and become the big spoon. I feel butterflies in my stomach and my cheeks are hot and probably red. Johnnie moves and lays onto my chest. I try and fall asleep. Soon, slumber takes over my body. 

(Johnnie's POV)

    I wake up beside Jake. He's spooning me?! Wait WHAT? My cheeks grow red. I see the light from my curtains dancing on his face. He's so pretty. Wait. I'm not gay. Whatever. My head hurts. I feel my heart pounding through my hand. I hurt. I accidently move and I feel Jake move a bit. I decide to close my eyes and not let Jake know I'm awake. That's kind of embarrassing. I squint my eyes open a bit so I could see if he woke up. I look and see an open-eyed Jake, moving closer and smiling. WHAT. I open my eyes and now he knows I'm awake. 

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(A/N)

  YES! I'M ALIVE! Sorry for not updating, and also for the short chapter. Also, thanks for 400 reads! Love you pookie!

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