~Finn~
Max and I were laying down in bed after we, uh... did it again, and we've been having sex a lot lately. But that's not all I want to do anymore. "Max?" I said. "What, Finn?" he looked at me. "I-I don't think I can do this anymore." I sat up. "Wh... what do you mean?" he asked. "I like you as more than a friend, and I don't just want sex." I said. "Shit, I knew this would make things complicated." he sighed. "I'm sorry Max. I guess I cau-"
"No, don't say that." he shook his head. "I"m sorry, but it's true. If it wasn't, I wouldn't be saying this right now." I said. "I can't do this right now, Finn." Max put his head in his hands. "Do you care about me, Max? Like at all?" I asked. "Of course I do!" he exclaimed. "Then you'll at least think about what I said and get back to me when you've made a decision." I got up out of bed. "Decision on what?" he asked. "I think you know. I'll see you later." I said. I got my clothes and put them on. "Alright, I'll see ya." he said. I opened the bedroom door and walked out, and I was just about to leave. "Finn, wait a second!" Max ran out. "Hm?" I looked back at him. "Are you saying I have to choose between a relationship and being just friends with you?" he asked. "Yes." I nodded. "Well, that's going to be tough, but... I'll call you." he said. "Okay, bye." I said. I walked out of the house and shut the door. I asked Jack to give me advice on this and he just told me to go with my gut, so that's what I did. I decided to call him and tell him how it went. "Hello?" he picked up after the third ring. "Hey Jack." I said. "Oh, hi Finn. What's up?" he asked. "Do you remember when I asked you for advice on what to do with Maxwell a couple of weeks ago?" I asked. "Yeah, of course." he said. "Well, I talked with him about that today. Not too long ago actually." I said. "Oh, really? How'd that go?" Jack asked. "Well, I told him we could either have a relationship or just go back to being only friends. Then I told him to call me and let me know when he's made a decision." I sighed. "I think that's a very brave thing you did, bro. I'm proud of you." he chuckled. "Thanks. I just wish I didn't feel so shitty about it." I said. "I understand. Doing something like that without feeling any kind of emotion i-is hard." he said. "Yep, it's definitely a lot harder than I expected." I admitted. "It'll get easier... once you both figure out what you want." he said. "Yeah, that's true. You are so good at this Jack. You always know what to say." I smiled. "Oh... well, I try." he chuckled. "Well, you don't have to try very hard. I think you're just naturally good at giving advice." I said, with a little laugh. "Aw, thanks. But I gotta go. I'll talk to you later, Finn." he said. "Alright, bye Jack." I said. He hung up, and I put my phone back in my pocket. I walked back to my flat and unlocked the door, then I went inside. I took my black Toms off by the door, then went into my room. I got a fresh change of clothes from my dresser (a black galaxy t-shirt, blue jeans and red plaid boxers), then went into the bathroom and got a towel from the cabinet. I set my clothes down on the toilet and took my old clothes off, then just left them on the floor. I stepped into the shower and turned it on. I sang to myself while I wet my hair, and I just tried to quiet my thoughts. I washed my hair using Old Spice shampoo, then I washed it out. "Oh... my gosh." I sighed. After I finished washing my body, I turned the shower off and got out. I dried my hair and body and got dressed, then I went into the living room. I turned on the TV and sat down on the couch, then I turned on my Xbox. I put the controller in my lap, then picked it up. My favorite game Dead Island was already in there, so I decided to play it. "Alright, I'm going to kick some zombie ass! Let's give them a taste of their own medicine." I laughed. I found an empty car and got inside it, then I started driving and ran over a few zombies along the way. Now, I don't like to brag... but I'd say I'm pretty good at driving in games like this. "Alright, I'm going to do what needs to be done." I said.
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My Beating Heart (Jack Harries)
RomanceThis is basically what happens when two friends fall for each other. Jackson Frayn Harries and Grace Louise Carroll have been the best of friends since the third grade, when she moved to Essex England. Jack's liked Grace ever since they day they met...