The Photographer | Jyatt

|Chapter 9|

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JAEDEN

I kissed Wyatt. Holy shit, I kissed Wyatt, and he kissed back. The thought played over and over again in my head like a sweet melody as I smiled to myself on my bed. He likes boys, he kissed me, but...

Does that mean he likes me?

I've only ever had two relationships, and one was with a guy who cheated on me. Did I offend the great Wyatt Oleff? As I mulled this over, my phone buzzed.

Wyatt.

Wy: hey, Jaeden, make it home okay?

You: yeah, lol, but it a was a
terrible trek home

Wy: so brave, Jaeden, conquering
such a perilous journey

I laughed out loud at that. I love our inside jokes.

You: haha I know, right?

Wy: haha anyway, I wanted to tell
you something

You: sure. What's on your mind?

Wy: I um...I wanted to apologize, for the kiss.
I hope I didn't ruin anything

You: no no! You didn't ruin anything.
Honestly...I liked it

Wy: really?!

I typed yes and bit my lip.

Wy is typing....

Wy: I liked it too, Jae

My heart fluttered. I couldn't breathe.

You: good to know

Wy: well, Jaeden...would you like to
hangout with me again tomorrow?
My treat for video games in the
Dawkins arcade, maybe a movie...?

You: I'd love to

Wy: good to know ♥
I'll stop by at five?

You: I'll see you then ♥

Wy: see you then, beautiful.
Goodnight ♥

You: Goodnight ♥

I clicked off my phone and grinned to myself. I've never been this happy or excited about someone before. I immediately called Jack.

"Hello?" he answered.

"Hey Jack" I said, barely containing my excitement.

"Hey, Jaeden! How are you?" he asked ecstatically.

"I'm so happy, Jack" I smiled ear to ear.

"Oooh, my boi happy? Would a certain boy have anything to do with it?"