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As you sat on your couch waiting for Juice, your leg bouncing uncontrollably, you couldn't help but glance on the clock that hung above your television every few minutes. Juice had just gotten out of county and you were absolutely stoked to see him. It had been really rough these past months, not being able to do the normal things that you two did together, but now that he was out, all of that could start up again. Your thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking on your door. You ran to the door and flung it open only to be swept off of your feet into a hug by Juice. "I missed you so much babygirl." Juice said, squeezing you tight. "I missed you too Juicy." you said, planting a kiss on his cheek after he put you down. "So, how's my favorite girl been?" he asks, planting himself on the couch "It's sucked not having you here." you answered, sitting sideways and swinging your legs over his lap. "I know, I'm sorry I wasn't." he said, a guilty look etched into his features. "Hey, it's alright. You're here now and if you're up for it I got your favorite movie and a bucket of popcorn." you said, holding up a copy of The Anchorman, and watching his eyes light up. "You are like the best bestfriend ever." he smiled. "I know." you replied as you got up and put the disk in. When you got back to the couch you didn't resume your previous spot, instead choosing to sit in Juice's lap. A lot of people though that you and Juice were together by the way you acted but in all reality you two were just really close. Were you saying that there wasn't a possibility for something more? No, but you were saying that you two were both content with being just friends for now. As the movie started and got into the first few scenes you could feel Juice's eyes on you. "What do I have something on my face?" you asked, running your hands over your cheeks. "No, I was just thinking. I am really sorry I had to leave (y/n)." The tone in his voice conveyed so much guilt that it almost broke your heart. "Juice like I said before, it's okay. You had to do it, for the club, and I understand." you said, rubbing his upper back affectionately. He nodded his head and placed it on your chest before you both returned back to the movie. **** Time Skip**** After the movie was over you and Juice were just sitting in the quiet,talking about what he had missed in his year in jail. "No I swear, he spit his beer out everywhere! It was hilarious." you laughed, retelling the story of when you and Opie had taped naked pictures of Tig all over Kozik's dorm. Juice had tears streaming down his cheeks by this point as he laughed. "My question is, where did you get naked pictures of Tig?" Juice asked, wiping the tears and starting to calm down. "Let's just say that there have been times when i've had to take care of a drunk Tig." you chuckled. You heard Juice's laughter die down a bit and you looked over to see him smiling sadly. "Sorry I wasn't there to help you with it." he said. You sighed and grabbed Juice's face in your hands squishing his cheeks together. "Juice, I swear if you apologize one more time i'm going to smack you." you threatened, looking into his big brown eyes. "I just don't want you to be mad at me." he revealed, letting his eyes drop to the floor. "Sweetie I already told you, I'm not mad." "Well I feel like you're secretly mad at me for leaving." he said, moving your hands from his cheeks. "Juan Carlos Ortiz I am not mad at you. I would never be mad at you for something like this, if anything i've been counting the days until I had my best friend back." you said with kind eyes, trying to convey that you weren't mad in any way, shape, or form. "Really?" "Yes Juice really. Now stop being so sentimental, it feel weird." you laughed. He smiled and nodded pulling you closer into him. "I love you (y/n)" he said, pecking your forehead. "Love you too Juicy." You did, you loved Juice like a best friend. Just friend, at least, as far as he knew.
