Daveed Diggs X Reader ~ DISCONTINUED ~

6 - Advice

After I got Jonathan's soup, I rushed to his apartment because I needed to talk to him. When I arrived, I then grabbed the keys to my car, the soup and came inside. I used the elevator to reach his floor then when I saw his door number, I knocked. I heard him shuffle to the door. Poor Jonathan. He opened the door to let me in then went to go plum himself into the couch. I gently shut the door behind me and turned the light off for him. He needed rest. And soup. I brought him the soup with a spoon I pulled from his drawer.

"Hey," I greeted with a soft smile.

"How did the show go?" He said, automatically teasing me.

"Fine." I said. "I'll have you know that the audience loved it. And so did I."

"That's good," He grabbed the soup from me and started eating it slowly.

I sat down on the edge of the couch, laying his feet on my lap, which were covered by a blanket.

"Jono? Could I talk to you about something?" I asked.

He swallowed his soup before he answered.

"Sure, darling. Anything," He gave a reassuring smile.

"It's about Daveed,"

"Ahhh," He started. "He's been crushing on you for quite a while now."

"He has?" I said, looking at him in surprise. "How do you know this?"

"Well, love, he told me."

"He told you?"

"Of course,"

"Well then."

"What?"

"I just told him that I wanted to be friends. Was that the wrong move?"

"Only you can decide for yourself."

"Heh?"

"Follow what you want to do. The time will come if it comes,"

"Thanks, Groff. See you tomorrow?"

"I don't know. This cold is pretty rough on my voice."

"Hopefully they found your understudy,"

We both laughed. We talked for a little bit just about stuff that friends talk about. Drama, etc.

"Well, I got to go."  I said, ending our fun.

"It is getting late," He agreed.

I gently laid his feet back where they were as I got up.

"Get to feeling better soon!" I said.

"Thank you," He said back in a soft voice.

I grabbed my keys and left. Went I got in my car, I closed the door and sat there for a second, thinking. Thinking if I had done the right thing. Thinking if I should've done things differently. I have a plan! I'll ask Lin what he thinks. Under code, though.

***

I went inside the apartment and tried to see if Lin was home.

"Yes, Care??" He answered politely as he strutted down the stairs.

"I have some advice that I need from you,"

"I'm terrible at advice, but anything for you." He smiled and sat on the couch. I joined him. "What's the trouble?"

"Let's say," I scrambled to put words together in my brain. "A certain cast member from the show, has a really huge crush on someone, but that someone told him that she wanted to be friends. Has she done the right thing?"

"If she's thinking about it this much, it seems like it." He says, with a hint of puzzlement. He knew the 'she' in the situation was me, but he didn't know who the 'he' was. "Who is 'he.'" He asked.

"Do you want to know?" I knew that he did, but I wasn't sure if I wanted him to know.

"Of course."

I reluctant to give him any tips. When I said the first one, he knew. "He plays a certain french character," I hinted.

"No way," he said surprised. "Daveed Diggs?"

I slowly nodded.

"I would have never thought," He said.

"If you don't want me to date him, I won't."

"You do what you want to do. I can't make that choice for you," He gave such an embrassing smile, I was convinced he wasn't bothered at all.

"I don't know what I want," I said in deep thought.

"The time will come little sister. I promise," He said getting off the couch."I''m going to bed. We have a big performance tomorrow."

"Good night."

"Night."

As Lin went to his bed, I went to mine. I couldn't sleep because I was thinking all night how badly I messed up. I want him, but I was going to wait until the time was right. Or until he made a move.