Jahnnie Oneshots 3☆

☆Confessing To Jake☆

cw: mental illness / argument

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Johnnie hasn't been talking to his friend all day today. At the moment, he's on his phone, mindlessly scrolling through his social media.

Jake walks over and hugs his emo friend from behind.

"Hey.." Jake said, noticing how Johnnie was just staring at his phone. He pulled him closer, burying his face in his neck. "Are you okay..?"

Johnnie rolled his eyes, squirming his way out of Jake's arms as he walked out of the kitchen. Walking himself upstairs.

Jake was surprised at the lack of affection. He frowned, following Johnnie up the stairs and into his bedroom. "Johnnie..? Why are you acting like this?"

Johnnie was seated on his bed, scrolling still on his phone. His expression looked empty.

Jake walked over to the bed and sat down next to him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You know you can talk to me, right? I'm here for you.."

Johnnie smacks Jake's hand away. Grumbling a few curse words underneath his breath.

Jake was taken aback by the sudden smack. "What the hell was that for? I'm trying to help you!" He exclaimed, clearly annoyed by Johnnie's attitude.

"Fuck off," Johnnie muttered underneath his breath as he clicks his phone off. Placing it on his nightstand.

Jake's irritation grew. "You're being an asshole. I don't know what's gotten into you, but you need to snap out of it. We're supposed to be a team, but you're just pushing me away. Talk to me, damn it!"

"I'm not going to talk to you if you're yelling at me!" Johnnie shouted back at his friend, laying down and pulling the blanket over his head.

"I'm yelling at you because you're being difficult!" Jake yelled back, standing up and crossing his arms. "You've been acting like this all day, and you won't even tell me why! It's frustrating, Johnnie!"

"Get the fuck out of my damn room then! I don't want to see you right now!" Johnnie shouts back at his best friend, keeping the blanket over his head. Tears sting his eyes as he feels his heart ache for yelling at his crush.

Jake sighs and stands up, heading for the door. "Fine. I'll leave you alone. But don't expect me to be waiting around when you're ready to talk." He said, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.

Johnnie's body jolts when the door shuts. He cried underneath his blankets softly. Covering his mouth so he wouldn't make a sound. Black streaks of makeup rolling down his face.

Jake leans against the wall outside the room, listening to Johnnie's soft sobs. He felt a pang of guilt in his chest, realizing that he had probably made things worse by yelling.

He wanted to go back in and comfort Johnnie, but he wasn't sure if he would be welcome.

Eventually, Jake left the hallway and went to his room just to call it a night.

Jake sat on his bed, staring at the ceiling. He couldn't sleep, his mind racing with thoughts of Johnnie. He knew he had messed up, but he didn't know how to fix it. He tossed and turned, feeling more and more restless with each passing minute.