Roommates

Chapter 6

(Sorry for the hiatus. It's kinda a long story. Also, I'm sorry for not being particularly proud of this chapter... A better one will be here soon.)
A T-shirt and jeans; I was comfortable, sure, but was it enough? What was I even supposed to wear? I felt so nervous, the metaphorical butterflies swirling around in my stomach.
"Are you ready?" Jon asked, knocking at the door. I was in the bathroom, studying myself in the mirror anxiously.
"I- I think so?" I responded, immediately regretting what I'd just said.
"Aw, come out!" Jon sounded lighthearted in contrast to my tone of voice, "Don't sweat it too much!"
"No," I sighed, "It's not good enough," I concluded.
"Arin, you'd look great in anything," Jon comforted me through the door, "Please come out."
"F-fine," I mumbled, stumbling over my words in a nervous rush. I grabbed onto the doorknob, twisting it slowly, and eventually opening it.
"Arin, stop, you look lovely!" Jon smiled at me warmly, "I wouldn't imagine you to be someone who would worry too much about looks."
"This is different, Jon, and you know it," I glanced down at the floor, and decided to focus my attention there instead of towards Jon.
"Arin, do you need a hug?" Jon asked.
"You read my mind," I leaped onto him, and I felt my heart racing. I had so much hope and joy. I squeezed Jon tightly.
"Aw, you really needed a hug," Jon noted, "You're okay," he cooed to me.
"Thanks, Jon," I held him tighter, "You know, I'm sorry for burdening you over the last few days."
"C'mon, let's go to dinner. You haven't been any sort of problem, either, alright?" Jon assured me.
"O-okay," I took a deep breath, "So you've decided where we're going for dinner?" I joked.
"Yep," Jon responded with a chuckle, "It's just that new place that opened nearby."
"Okay," I agreed, but in reality I had no idea what place he was talking about.
He was right about it being close. The car ride was barely five minutes, and I never had a chance to laugh with him about whatever shitty pop song came on. Nonetheless, I was really excited about this.
We sat at a table eagerly, and I took note that this place was pretty quiet. There were only a few other people here, but it made sense. This place was new. Jon and I got our food quickly, and we started to talk.
"So, how's it been going?" Jon started.
"I've been better," I shrugged, "I mean, life has been great, aside from-" my voice couldn't continue. I looked down at the table and my hands with a blush, "What about you?"
"Arin," Jon held my hand, "You're going to be okay," he whispered to me, trying to calm my nerves.
"How have you been?" I asked, wanting so badly to move on to a different topic.
"Well," Jon understood what I was attempting to do, "I've been okay. Things are kind of peaceful, but moving slowly."
"Oh," I nodded, able to relate, "That can happen," I observe our surroundings absentmindedly as Jon and I spoke.
"It sucks, you know?"
"Well, sometimes you just have to take things slower."
"True enough, but do you understand where I'm coming from?"
"Yeah, I-" I stopped, noticing someone familiar walk up to me.
"What are you doing here, Arin?" Suzy asked with a hint of malice in her voice.

AN: I feel obligated to say I love Suzy, and that this is simply fanfiction. K thx byyyye!