where truth and fiction meet // buckin

eight

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Jonny's POV
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Chris had a hint of worry and disbelief in his expression as he scrolled through something on an unrecognizable mobile device. I'm guessing as the more he kept reading, the more hurt he felt—because by the time he had sat the phone down on the dining table of the restaurant, he had tears forming in the tear ducts. I just wanted to know what was going on. I wanted him to be safe, happy, and calm.

"Chris, what's the matter?" Will asked, with a caring and compassionate voice.

"Are you alright?" I felt the need to bloviate as well, but Chris obviously tuned us out and stared into space. Unknowingly, a tear fell out and rolled down his cheek. I couldn't handle the sight of seeing him in tears like this, so I grabbed the phone that was on the table. I then scrolled through the same messages he had read, and it felt as if I could sense his pain. Feelings of betrayal entered my heart—and this has absolutely nothing to do with me. I felt sorry for Chris—but what the hell could I do to make things less harder on him?

As I kept reading, I saw a part where she told this friend of hers that she was planning on taking $450 out of his wallet as he was asleep. Anger towards this girl peeked in, and I just lost all little respect I had for her left.  I couldn't believe she's taken advantage of someone so special; Chris is an angel in disguise and here she is trying to overthrow him with the likeness of her own kind. She hasn't got a heart, it had seemed.

I had a concerned expression on my face—almost as shocked as Chris did—so Will decided to snatch the phone and read them as well.

As Will finished the words spoken between the two girls, he looked at him, "You needn't listen to anything she's told you, Chris. It's all lies—she's up to no good whatsoever, and she has where she wants you. It's fucking ridiculous how much shit she talked," he says, being the bluntly honest him we know and love.

"She said she never loved me. It feels like nobody's ever loved me,"he mumbled, on the verge of tears.

"No, Chris, it doesn't matter what the hell she said.. You'll find someone someday who will love you for every aspect about you. Just because a cold-hearted girl like that came in your life and mistreated you doesn't mean you should think nobody in the world loves you. Hell, I love you. But not in a romantic way. You know what I mean?"

"I know what you're saying, but everyone in the world to me, is just so fucking heartless. There's not a soul in the world alive that could possibly fall in love with me like that." he explained. I wanted to say something so badly, but I couldn't get the words out.

His demeanor changed, and he starts having tears in his eyes once more. He wiped it out of his eye before it fell, and he looked down upon the ground.

"Chris—I'm so sorry—is there anything I can do for you?" I finally got out, not wanting to sound fond of him. I was though; he was just so mesmerizing to me. I love him, and for some fucking girl to come in and make matters worse—when they were, in reality, getting better—is absolutely ludicrous.

"There's nothing you can do," he says faintly, excusing himself from the table. He walked to the cashier, paid for his meal, and walked out the door.

I chased after him. I can't leave him alone right now; it would mean I had no heart. He can't be by himself as he faced a time so terribly wrong.

I grabbed his wrist as he tried to get in his vehicle, stopping him in his tracks. "Chris, look at me." I said, speaking up. My heart was beating faster than ever. I was just afraid of losing him, when I love him so much.

He obeyed, turning to face me, "Jonny—she's gone and fucked it up. It feels like I'm just impossible for anyone to love, you know?" I stare at him with deep concern.

"You aren't the problem here," I start off, "she's the one who is impossible to love. You aren't hard to love at all."

"You wouldn't know, Jonny. You don't love me," his words stung my heart, as if he felt like nobody wants him. I was scared to say it—but I couldn't let this go. I had to say something; it was causing a scene when it wasn't something that I didn't know how to say. It was just I was so afraid—of rejection, losing our friendship, and him thinking I was weird again—I didn't know how to word myself properly.

"Chris," I say, "I love you. So much."