𝐒𝐇𝐘 | 𝖠𝖼𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝗉𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝖷 𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

five

y/n's pov.
hurriedly I rush over to jay's, shouting a quick 'goodbye' to hosuh before leaving the house. thankfully jay only lives across the street from me so it didn't take too long to stroll over. hesitantly I knock on the door only to have it swing open a few seconds later and I was instantly pulled into a hug "hey!" "hi, so what's this about?" I ask confused whilst tilting my head. "I was hoping you could help me with something?" I nod my head in agreement at his inquiry. casually we make our way into his kitchen and I take a seat on one of the spinning stools and swivel it left to right, as my eyes scan the room I couldn't help but cackle at the mess "how have you managed this?" I mock, holding my sides from laughing, jay didn't seem too amused at my mockery "well I bought this new mixer and when I put the flour in I forgot to lower the power and now as you can see the kitchen is a mess, so I was wondering if you could help me clean up and make this cake?" "why are you making cake?" "I was bored" he defends. before I help him I pull off the cosy hoodie and place it down somewhere where it won't get dirty, jay watches me as I do this with the same look he gave stephen when we were smearing ice cream over each other's faces.

soon enough the kitchen is spotless and the cake was in the oven. I collapse back into my original seat "can I go home now" I grumble, making sure it was loud enough for jay to hear "uhm sure y/n". I grab the hoodie "hey can I talk to you for a moment before you go?" he grabs my wrist gently "of course you can jay, what on your mind?" he lets go of my wrist and it slowly falls back down to my side "so you and stephen?" my eyes gravitate to the floor and a blush heats up my face "what about us?" "are you and him? you know..." he trails off almost as if he didn't want whatever he was going to say be true. my eyes widen when realisation strikes me "haha what no- no don't be ridiculous" I shake my arms around in front of me as my voice become higher pitched "we're just friends" "good" was all jay commented until he added "just be careful, I don't want you getting hurt" hurt, what was that supposed to mean? "you know that I always am" "I know you are y/n, I know"

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once home I ponder on what time stephen is going to call me. I stare at the clock on my phone to see it read 6:57pm, might as well watch some netflix. thoughtlessly I flick through the movies and tv shows until I see one that I absolutely adore (insert favourite tv show/movie here). time seems to pass by quickly and it was already past 10pm, the perfect time to change into my pyjamas, which consisted of a white tank top and some fluffy purple pants.

was he even going to call me? did he mean tonight? or tomorrow? as these thoughts zoomed around in my head I lay down my eyes drooping until they were closed what felt like an eternity later but was actually 15 minutes my phone buzzes violently, which scares the living daylights out of me as I jolt upright.

'stephen :) would like to video call' popped up on the screen and I cautiously accepted it. "hey!" he shouts ecstatically, which causes me to twitch at the sudden outburst "whoa turn on a light I can't see your face" "one sec" I groan, reaching over to my lamp and turning it on so my face and room is now illuminated by the soft glow of electricity. absentmindedly I rub my eyes and look at him on the screen "I though you weren't going to call" I announce in a hushed voice, his eyes soften "what? are you serious?! of course I was going to call! I wouldn't do that do you" my lips curve upwards into a smile but I still had a feeling of uncertainty lingering in the back of my mind, especially after what jay had told me. be careful...

"so are you busy tomorrow?" his voice was laced with joy as it snaps me out of my trance "uh yeah I'm pretty sure I am... why?". "we should do something, maybe get some food or go somewhere fun?" his words seemed genuine and sincere, how could I say no to that and his toothy grin "I'd like that a lot" I squeak quietly.

throughout the call we started to get to know each other a lot better until I couldn't help but drift off to sleep. "goodnight y/n" a sweet and gentle voice whispered "night night" I groggily grumble to hear a muffled huff of amusement from the other side of the screen.