IN MY DREAMS [ krii7y ]

ᥴhᥲρtᥱr sᥱvᥱᥒ

jaren awoke the next morning with an unfamiliar warmth next to him, he furrowed his eyebrows, not fully awake. he hesitantly cuddled into the warmth, breathing softly until he smelled it.

nicotine and strawberries.
john.

jaren flinched away from the warmth, getting up and causing john to groan slightly. "milk boy, come back, you're warm." he huffed, his eyes still closed and his arms out.

jaren bit his lip, staring at john's open arms. "as tempting as that is," he whispered, grabbing john's hand and pulling on his arm slightly. "we have school."

"fuck school, skip with me." john huffed, blinking his eyes open and wrapping his arms around jaren's waist.

jaren cuddled into john for a moment, almost immediately jumping away. "no, i can't skip. and don't cuss, my mom doesn't like it."

"your mom isn't here."

"wha-" jaren started, looking around, his face falling. "oh..."

"she went to work, told me to take care of you until she got back. i think she thinks it's saturday." john shrugged, pulling jaren back to him.

"john, stop." jaren snapped, pulling away from him. "you tell me you're not okay with being in a relationship right now and then you do this shit, do you want to be with me or not? you need to make a decision, because if you don't, i'm just telling the guys that we broke up and that's that."

john shook his head slowly, sighing. "n-no, jaren. i can't be in a relationship right now." he whispered, running a hand through his hair.

"then stop acting like you want to get back with me," jaren huffed, grabbing his clothes for the day. "and get ready for school, because i'm not telling the guys that we broke up alone."

"can't i just skip until lunch?" john whined, grabbing a hoodie.

"no, you can't." jaren glared, walking into the motel bathroom and getting dressed quickly before walking out, grabbing his backpack and looking at john. "are you ready yet?"

"yeah," john nodded, grabbing his vape and following jaren out.

"did you drive out here?" jaren asked, looking up at his ex-boyfriend.

"yeah, i wasn't about to walk." john shrugged, pointing to his truck.

jaren nodded, grabbing john's hand gently and rushing over to the truck. he didn't trust this motel one bit, he felt scared just being here. but maybe jaren was a coward, maybe his fears weren't justified and he was just judging everyone unfairly. they were staying in a motel, they weren't murderers.

maybe.

and that's what kept gnawing at jaren's brain..well, that and how soft john's hand was. it was warm, and bigger than jaren's hand, so jaren felt safe holding it.

but jaren wouldn't let himself fall into that trap again, and when they reached the truck, jaren let go of john's hand. "unlock the truck, it's cold." jaren whispered, john smiling slightly.

"you got it, milk boy."

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john and jaren sat at the lunch table, darryl missing, lui and david watching something on lui's phone, and jon and evan throwing food at each other.

"ooh!" lui giggled, putting his phone up and causing david to groan. "oh, sorry david," he smiled, "but jaren and john are here, we have to tell everybody!"

jaren smiled, he didn't know what had made his sweet little friend happy, but he was glad that lui was happy.

that was, until jaren started coughing violently, john handing him a napkin. every pair of eyes at the table was on jaren as he slowly pulled away from the napkin, crumpling it up when he saw the petals. "john and i broke up." he whispered quickly, every face falling.

"you didn't tell me?" lui whined, looking at jaren, david laughing slightly and smiling at lui.

jaren smiled softly, shaking his head. "sorry, bubba. i just didn't really, uh, know how to bring it up."

"yeah, well, after almost puking on your hand is a great time." jon joked, smiling.

"i know!" jaren laughed slightly, smiling at jon.

he didn't notice how john smiled when he laughed, and he also didn't notice the slight pain in john's eyes when he realized that he couldn't just hold jaren anymore, he had to have a reason.

"jon?" evan whispered, the rest of the boys occupied. david was talking to john, and jaren was talking to lui.

"hm?" jon smiled, looking up. "what is it, evan?"

"can, uh, can you come out to the hall with me?" evan questioned slowly, a nervous smile on his lips.

"what, you gonna kill me?" jon joked, getting up with evan and nudging him.

evan smiled, shaking his head as they started walking out of the cafeteria. "not quite, del, not quite."

evan stopped when they reached his locker, turning to jon. "del, i gotta ask you something, and you gotta promise you won't freak out."

jon smiled, nodding and looking at evan. "i promise," he hummed, playing with his fingers. he may have looked relaxed, but really, his heart was pounding. he felt like he was going to puke, and he didn't know if he was light headed or not.

evan took a breath, biting the inside of his cheek harshly, "jon, would you like to go on a date on saturday?"

~ s o n g ; p h a s e s -
a r t i s t ; p r e t t y m u c h ~

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--A/N--

yo
today we're gonna be talking about why i keep planning books
so here's what i have planned:
chapter 8 of IMD
lonely (daithi de calibre book)
(BOOK IDEA #2 WILL NOT BE DISCLOSED BC I WANT IT TO BE A SURPRISE) ((it's a kritz / krtele book))
barcodes (h20vanoss book)
reckless game (krii7y / bigjigglysmii7y book)
insomnia (daithi de calibre book)

so that's a thing
also i have a book that's lowkey gonna be inspired by too good at goodbyes by sam smith bc i sang that for tammy and now it's stuck in my head
p.s. did we like the cliffhanger?
sob sorry that much didn't happen this chapter, it was just kinda a build up chapter for chapter 8
shit is finna hit the fan in chapter 8 so buckle your seat belts my dudes