Arin's POV
Jon and I had settled down with dinner. We were both seated at the couch, happily laughing. I felt so much better. Y'know, this whole thing brought Jon and I together again for the first time in a while, too, so it's not all bad.
"Arin," Jon said seriously, which was very out of place in our current conversation.
"Oh, uhm, yea?"
"I'm glad I got to see you again," he suddenly spoke a bit quieter than before, which was strange, especially for Jon.
"Hey, what's with the seriousness?" I ask, wondering what he could possibly be thinking.
"Heh, sorry," he didn't look up at me; it was my turn to be worried.
"Hey, what's up?" I put an arm around him, and tried to look at his face, which was looking away from me.
"I-I don't know, I'm just thinking..." He gave me a vague answer.
"About?" I encourage him to keep talking.
"Hah, don't worry about it," he sighed.
"That's exactly what I plan on doing if you don't tell me what's wrong! What are you thinking about?" I repeated, hoping for an answer.
"Okay. You. I'm thinking about you!" He blushed a bit, to my surprise.
"What do you mean?" I was a bit confused; was he implying-? No, he couldn't be.
"I- ugh... Arin, you know what I'm thinking about, right?"
"Yeah, you said you were thinking about me, right?"
"No, what specifically?"
"I-I don't know," I lied; what if I was wrong?
"Arin," Jon sighed, "I love you," he quickly gave me a hug after saying that.
"Jon?!" I expressed my shock.
"I-" he let go of me, "Sorry."
"Why be sorry?" I asked, trying to make him feel better.
"Because now it's all weird!"
"Only a bit!"
"I'm sorry," Jon leaned away from me.
"Don't be sorry..." I wasn't sure how I felt.
"So... Do you love me the same?" I could tell it took him a lot of courage to ask that.
"I honestly don't know," I hugged my legs up to my chest, looking down at the ground.
"Are you okay?" Jon noted my position.
"I'm fine," I responded simply.
"Arin," he gave me another hug, which didn't help; I felt like I had to make a quick choice.
I silently hug back. I needed a hug badly. Why was all this happening so fast? When did this start? What will I do? The questions flooded my mind.
"I-I don't know what to do," I whispered quietly, trying not to cry out.
"I know you probably like Dan still..." Jon was holding me as of now, stroking my hair.
"But I know that it'll never happen," I now realized that, as much as it pained me to.
"I really am sorry about it, Arin."
"Look, it's not your fault. You actually helped me feel a bit better!"
"But..." Jon hesitated, and I allow him to take his time, "What about me?" His voice breaks.
I stayed quiet, not wanting to answer this question at the moment. I don't think I like him the same way. A wave of guilt washes over me. I don't want to see Jon suffer.
