26.01. :: jastin

chapter fifteen

dec 16, 2017

"when are you going to show me your art?"

tilting my head to the side, i stared at jason with a solemn look on my face, my mind racing with different thoughts, audibly one standing out as my conscience told me not to do it, "the deal was, if i show you my art you show me your songs and stories."

"damn, you remember that?" there was a playful smile on his lips as he looked at me.

"of course i do," i proudly replied, "i have an amazing memory."

the tone in my voice reminded me of the same one he had in his voice when he just as proudly told me that he's bi but prefers boy a little bit more. oh what am i thinking? even if so nothing could happen. inconspicuously shaking my head, i cleared my mind from those thoughts.

clearing my throat, i eyed the open journal in front of him, "tell me about your top five favorite music choices. it can be anything, artists, bands, albums or songs."

briefly letting his eyes gaze over the other people in the diner, he dropped his voice to almost a whisper as his eyes intensely stared me down, "okay, so this might sound like stereotypical gay kind of thing," jason actually giggled, "but my number one top favorite has to be and is ariana grande. i can even admit that i went to her listening sessions that she did for her first album, the honeymoon avenue tour and even the dangerous woman tour. so uh basically all three of them."

as he leaned back in his seat, he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as a light blush covering his cheeks.

and let me tell you, that was the exact moment when i fell in love with him. i've talked with a lot of guys in my life, but none have been able to make me fall for them in a months time, but weirdly jason has. and i'm actually scared because what am i supposed to do now?

hiking a brow, i looked him over, the new found emotions swarming around inside of me like bees around honey, "i have to admit something too, i haven't heard any of her music. maybe besides few of the songs on the radio."

gasping, jason began scribbling something down in the journal before he reached over to his phone that was placed on the table and once again handing me one of the earbuds, he furiously searched something on the device before a females voice echoed in my mind.

"you're missing out my friend," and so we fell in an another loop of listening to music from jason's phone while we each did our own thing.