Cold In LA // Why Don't We

Nine

"What the hell is wrong with you, y-" I had cut off my Jonah grabbing my face and pulling me in for a kiss. I was filled with so many different emotions. I pulled away.

"You can't just do this." I bit the inside of my cheek in hopes to stop myself from saying something I would regret later.

"I know, I just really like you and I'm scared because I keep messing up. That's why I didn't want to make us official. I didn't want to put a label on it and then do something that would hurt you." Jonah tried to explain, stumbling over his words.

"Yeah, well guess what, you still hurt me." I felt tears beginning to stream down my cheeks.

"I know, all I can do is say sorry and hope you'll give me another chance, but this time as your boyfriend."

This was all I ever wanted, but I knew that if I got into a relationship with him, I would get hurt in the end.

"Jonah, I'm sorry, I don't think we should be together." I backed away from him.

"No Soph please," he grabbed my arms pulling me closer to him, "please I'll do anything, I can't live without you, please."

"One last chance Jonah. One last chance." I pushed his arms off me, spinning around on my heels walking out of the theater.

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"Soph, I don't really think you guys being together is a good thing. Don't get me wrong, I love Jonah, I just don't think he loves you." Christina had been telling me that same thing everyday since Jonah and I became a couple. I had been ignoring her.

"It's almost our one month, he tells me he loves me all the time." I shrugged, wincing as she tugged at my hair. She was braiding it so we could be matching for our sleepover selfies.

"Does he really though?" I didn't even need to look at her to see the unimpressed expression on her face.

"I believe he does." I really did.

"Okay, I just don't want you to get hurt." She ties off my first braid with a small elastic and moved on to the other side.

"How are you and Corbyn doing." They has been together for almost two months.

"So good. I think I might really love him, I want him to be that father of my future children." She fawned.

"Weird but okay." I laughed.

"Could you imagine how cute our kids would be though, like they'd be the cutest fucking kids on the earth."

"Yeah, I guess they'd be pretty cute." I shrugged.

"In like 10 years though, I don't want kids until i'm like 30." She ties off my last other braid.

"30 is the new 20."

"Girl, you got that right, now come on," She ran to her bed side table and grabbed her phone off the charger, "lets pose in the mirror." She ran back over to me, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the mirror.

We spent what felt like an hour taking over 200 pictures. It was fun for the first minute or so, but it got old real fast.

"I think this one is so cute, I'm gonna post it." She showed me a with my arm slung over her shoulder and head resting on it. It was pretty cute.

"How the hell did you get so popular?" I asked, seeing how her picture got a hundred likes in a matter of minutes.

"Been keeping up with my YouTube channel." She smiled. Upon closer inspection of the instagram post, I saw that Daniel had liked it.

"Daniel liked your post?" I asked.

She shook her head yes, "yeah why?"

"He hasn't liked any of mine in forever." I bit my bottom lip.

"Weird, maybe he blocked you." She shrugged.

"Why would be block you, he's my brother from another mother, my home boy."

"Don't ever say either of those things ever again." She rolled her eyes.

"I'm being serious. He's been acting so weird towards me lately and I don't know what I did." I exhaled deeply, tugging on my braids.

"You are so dumb," She laughed, and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "he likes you, and he can't bare you liking Jonah. I knew you liked Jonah when he started giving him dirty looks when you two were around each other. And on that note, why did you tell Daniel before me?"

This was all new news to me. Never in a million years would I have thought Daniel would've liked me. I had known him for most of my life, we told each other everything, he was my best friend, and I never saw him as anything more.