Is It Love? (An Our2ndLife/Jc Caylen/Connor Franta Fanfiction)

Chapter 30

***Veronica’s POV***

When was it enough? How could you possibly measure the amount of weight that was on your shoulders and tell that it was too much? I was pondering these very deep questions in the back of Grace’s car, just like I had been practically the entire day.

After I finished talking to Connor, I walked away from him, leaving him, physically and emotionally. It was hard for me to do, and I couldn’t shake the depressed feeling that had been inside me the whole day.

Following that, I walked back out to the car, where everyone else was, and Grace just drove. She must’ve known what was going on; I guessed that Jc told the rest of them before I got into the vehicle.

Something was still off with everyone today, and I couldn’t tell what it was. Maybe it was just me, and the fact that I wasn’t really talking to anyone, or maybe there was something else that I didn’t know about.

Nevertheless, I couldn’t think about it now. I still had too many things to stress about, and trust me I was stressing.

On the outside, I was calm, not really expressing any emotion. I knew that I should’ve been a wreck, and I guess that was what everyone else was expecting.

No one asked me any questions, thankfully.

I got a few worried looks from Jc and Kara, but they were only occasional, and they snapped away when they noticed I was looking back at them.

The day was very laid-back, so I stayed in silence for almost all of it.

Before we went back to Kara’s house, we went to a normal Starbucks drive through so that everyone could get coffee, because I screwed up getting good coffee for them at the other shop.

I sipped mine slowly, while the rest of my friends gulped theirs down. It gave me an excuse to not engage in any conversation that was going on.

Keeping the straw to my iced coffee in my mouth throughout the entire drive, I just listened.

After getting coffee, we drove around for a little while, until finally making our way back to the apartment. By that time, it was already 1:30, so we had to make lunch for ourselves.

I offered to make something, just wanting some distraction for myself so I wouldn’t have to listen to everyone else being so happy.

Jc offered to help too, and I’m glad that it was him and not Grace or Kara.

They are both amazing girls, but Grace was practically the only peppy person today, and Kara cares too much to keep quiet about what happened when it was just the two of us.

We looked through the refrigerator, freezer, and pantry, and there was not much to work with.

“Grilled cheese?” Jc asked with a soft smile on his face.

“It looks like that’s all we can really do,” I mumbled.

We got to work on the sandwiches, and I found it relieving to concentrate on making each of them a precise golden brown. Each sandwich came out near perfect, and when I was done making all four of them, I put them on plates and carried them to my friends with Jc’s assistance.

There was laughing in the room, but when we entered it, silence came into the air. It didn’t phase me, though, I just handed the plates to the girls while Jc gave one to Devon, then I walked back toward the kitchen.

I started to clean the pan, with Jc’s watchful eyes behind me. He wasn’t helping, he was only standing there, but I knew that he didn’t want to leave me in the room alone.