love means nothing • {c.b.❕d.s.}

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its saturday.

jonah, daniel, and i sit on my couch. jonah in the middle, me on the right and daniel on the left.

"so, i still don't get it...why do you think he's gay?" jonah asks and i pop my head out from behind jonah's head to look at daniel.

"i never said gay" daniel says calmly while thinking a tad bit more.

"he just seems to straight".

"what does that even mean?" i asked. how does someone seem to straight.

jonah says the words from my head, "how do you do that exactly?"

"ask jack, he was the to straight boy" daniel says as he takes a drink of his coffee.

"the?" jonah asks as he look over at the brunette.

"that boy was to straight to function, to be honest but don't tell him that" he sighs.

"yeah i still don't get it" i  say looking towards jonah who's also thinking daniels words over.

"the boy who was a fuck boy, because he couldn't find the one...and then of course the religion bits, anything else?" he says trying to grasps farther in his mind.

"n-no I'm good" jonah says. "jack was a fuck boy?" he whispers to me and i just shrug.

i did see him at a good amount of parties, but didn't talk to him.

okay but wait, i'm not a fuck boy! how am I to straight?

"i still don't get how you see me as to straight...i was nothing like jack, i kept a relationship" i say as i lean up.

i don't sleep around.

"was?" daniel asks, of course he would notice anything to support his argument, also leaning up so he could see me better.

"i'm no longer in a relationship" i say before he can make any comment.

"okay enough arguing, let's get a long now kids...how about a movie" jonah says as he pushes us back into the couch.

"depends what movie?" daniel asks.

"i only have scary movies" i say as i stand up with jonah following.

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jonah's knows the movies are in a box in the closet, on the top shelf where mom usually hides gifts.

we place the box on the table and flip through the horror movies.

"you really only have scary movies" daniel mumbles as he looks at the box in a judging manor.

"yeah..only thing that makes me happy" i say in a sarcastic tone as i pull out the conjuring.

daniel is judging me the whole time he watches our hands pull out different movies.

"how about mama?" jonah asks and just at the suggestion daniel seems against the idea immediately.

"i always liked that one for some reason" i say and then look at Daniel. "are you okay with this one?" i ask.

this is basically a door for him, making it easier to walk out of and away from it.

"yep" he says and then clears his throat.

i put the disk in the movie player and when i look back towards jonah. he isn't on the couch.

he's in the recliner, the seat you only sit in for naps.

which is what jonah has called it since we we're kids.

he only wanted to watch a movie for a way to get some sleeps, and i don't mind. he's been studying for a while now.

quickly running upstairs, i grab a blanket from my room and then i run back downstairs.

jonah is asleep already, and i smile as i spread the blanket our before gently placing it on him.

i plop my self down beside daniel who look just excited for the movie to begin.

"this should be interesting."

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probably gonna post another part in like an hour or two, haven't really decided yet.