Mr Beast One Shots Boy x Boy

There's this thing called closure

A.N

There are quite a lot of flashbacks that are in italics, but if you are like me and sometimes don't even realize when fonts change, I put a little * before and after each one :)

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Jimmy's p.o.v

We almost dated. That's probably the weirdest relationship to have with someone. There is a slight unsettling feeling that derives from this specific relationship. You still hang out because you have the same friends. You are polite, and there is not one reason to feel anger for the other person, but there is always a bit of resentment left after everything ends. After you both stop trying, and give up on what could have been really beautiful had the timing been right. There's this thing called closure.

We never got it.

"Hey". I wave at Chris who gives me a small smile in return. He's one of the first of many to show up to the surprise party that we're throwing for Ethan's birthday. Just a little something to show that we appreciate everything he has done for us and the channel.

"I'm gonna get a drink. Want anything"? He rests his hand on the back of the chair in front of me, the cheap, twenty-five cent ring I had bought him on our first 'date' still securely placed around his finger.

"Coke's fine".

Why shouldn't he wear it? It doesn't symbolize anything. It isn't like I bought it out of anything but friendship. Had we have had a huge falling out, then I would be upset about him strolling around with it on, but we didn't. Everything was mutual. Still, it is almost as if he is taunting me; that stupid ring that we got out of a gumball machine affecting my emotions more than I would care to admit.

*

"Want one"? The restaurant has toy and candy dispensers right outside of the building, so on crowded nights, they can still make money off of the people who are lined up waiting for their names to be called.

Chris looks up at me and shakes his head no, an amused grin on his face. "It's fine, I was just looking". I reach across him, leaning to where I can pop two quarters into the machine, and motion to the lever for him to pull. He just laughs, turning around, and twisting the knob, it clicking with each full turn until a small capsule with a blue lid falls into the receptacle. I grab it, pulling the lid off, and drop a small, metal ring into the palm of my hand.

I look down at Chris who beams at the trinket, his eyes sparkling with the lights from the restaurant's neon sign, as he pulls his coat's hood over his head to try to warm his ears. I grab his hand, sliding the ring onto his pinky, the tips of his fingers colder than my own, as he finally meets my longing gaze.

"What are the odds. It fits". I joke, breaking eye contact with him and dropping his hand back down by his side.

"I hope you know that I'm never gonna take this off".

*

Chris sets a tall glass in front of me, coke filled to the brim. "Thanks". He nods, but before he can sit down, a couple of more people come into the room, and Chris walks over and meets them at the door, immediately hugging one of the girls who entered. I can feel the jealousy course through my veins, the thought of him with somebody else making my chest ache.

I grab Chandler, who happened to be walking by, pulling him close to me so he can hear my voice over the fairly loud music that grows louder by the minute. "Who is that"? I motion to the cute, short girl with dark, curly hair.