Arin's POV
I knew that Barry would be a bit busy this week, so I couldn't talk to him. I felt so alone. Who could I talk to? I can barely stand talking to Dan or Ross anymore, which made me feel terrible, almost brought me to tears. I know I can't love Dan the way I want, but I still can't stop loving him.
I desperately needed someone here, I'll admit that, but there's nobody here right now. Maybe I should keep myself busy, too. Wait... There's one person I can call, if they aren't busy, too.
I take out my phone and click the name on the contacts list: Jon, and hoped for an answer.
Jon's POV
I hear my phone ringing, and I hastily answer it, not bothering to check who it is.
"Hello?" I hear Arin's voice on the other side; he seemed sad.
"Arin, is that you?" I ask, happy to hear from my old buddy again.
"Yeah, are you busy?" I hear him sniffle.
"Uhm, no," I thought about my schedule, nothing today, "What is it?"
"A lot has happened, d-do you have time?" He was on the verge of crying.
"Of course I have time! What's up?" I couldn't just leave him like this.
"Y'know Dan?"
"Yep, big poofy hair, new not-so grump?" I asked to clarify.
"Mhm... Well..." He hesitated.
"What?" I make sure that he doesn't stop.
"So, I kinda like him, a lot..." He grew quiet.
"Woah, wait..." I just needed to make sure I understood this, "So you like him?"
"Y-yeah, but, h-he's dating Ross," he sighed, defeated.
"What about Holly?"
"She's with Suzy," Arin briefly explained.
"Oh, I'm sorry," It must feel so bad for him.
"No, no, we both agreed on it!"
"Alright..."
"I just- I need someone to talk to!" I hear his voice form into muffled sobs on the other end.
"Okay, okay! Are you alright?" I ask, hoping that I could do something for him.
"J-just... Keep talking, okay?" He requested, and I obliged.
"Y-yup, so," I think of something to say, "I've been doing pretty well for myself, a little bit has changed, but things are just about how you'd remember them."
"Yea?" Arin didn't contribute much to the conversation, but that was understandable.
"Yep," I sighed, stalling for time as I think of another topic, "Is your favorite game still Mega Man X?" I laughed a bit.
"Duh," he said it as if it was always fact, "It's just the best game!"
"Na," I teased, waiting for a bitter reply.
"Pfft. You just don't know," he muttered, but I could tell he meant it all in good fun.
"No, the best game is Chulip!" I referenced that weird old game we played on grumps once.
"Fucking Chulip?!" He shouted with the slightest bit of laugher in his voice.
"Yeah!" I insisted.
"Uhm... Jon, can I ask you something?" Arin changed the topic quickly, worry and grief filling his voice again.
"Anything; what is it?"
"If it's not too much trouble, I mean."
"Just say it already!" I attempt to make him laugh at least a small bit.
"Can you visit me? You probably can't, huh? N-never-mind."
"A-Arin? I'll visit, okay?" I couldn't just leave him alone.
"Thanks, thank you so much," Arin's voice faltered, and again morphed into cries.
"I'll be over as soon as I can."
