JanTom: Complete Opposites

Chapter Forty-Four : Bros Can't Be Lovers

Chapter Forty-Four : Bros Can't Be Lovers

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    "Oh, you're here?" Marco says non-chalantly, as if expecting my presence--or so what his parents had told him the moment they flew and went on a date.

     I constantly ask myself why I still 'babysit' him, when he's technically not a kid anymore, rather, he's an annoying brat who has too much to say. Or why I'm still going my way out, even when I have a part time job at the library.

    Maybe because for extra cash? Or maybe I just wanted to piss him off. Either way, both sounds like killing two birds with a stone.

    With a final grunt of annoyance, Marco steps a few feet aside, widening the door enough for me to enter. Ny eyes immediately darted to the television and it was playing another  one of his 'animes'. Figures.

     The door closes behind me and Marco makes his way through the couch, not looking back or saying anything as he plops down without a care.

     "I'm surprised your parents haven't been going to date night as frequent as usual," I spoke in the midst of silence between me and him, heading to where he sat and took a seat a few inches away. 

           "Miss me much?" he says in arrogance. The nerve.

      "Not exactly," I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms as I stare at the two characters having such an over exaggerated kissing scene. Tch. What's with the media and making a kiss seem like it was from the heavens? It's nothing special, and in real life, no one kisses that grand anyway.

        "You're so cheesy," I commented, adding a snicker onto it.

      "You can't  underatand 'fine tastes' Janna," he grumbled, eyes still strained in front.  "---just like how you can't see how lucky you are or why Tom has awful tastes liking you."

     I snorted, feeling quite offended with me being considered an 'awful' choice, but then again, I wouldn't  dare like myself either. You can't please anyone and I have no intention  doing so.

     "So? How are you and Tom doin?" he inquired,  finally sparing a glance at me. 

     I snorted, eyes narrowed by this brat's question.  What's with everyone making me and Tom a big deal? The guy has a crush on me, that's all. They're all acting as if it's something grave.

       "I seriously don't know if I should be concerned about you being so heavily invested with my life," I scrunched my nose.

      "For your information, I'm not interested in your life, but I'm doing this because of my bro."

   "Bro?" I perked a brow up. "--since when did you two get all so cozy?"

      "It's none of your business."

   "Is that so? Then all the more it's none of your business to pry in my life,  isn't that right?"

    He audibly sighs, rubbing the flesh in between his eyes and reverted his gaze back to me with a constipated like look. "Stop being brash, will you? I swear, I don't see what Tom sees in you. What a shame. That guy," he shakes his head in disappointment.

      "Why? You want to date him?" I suppressed a laugh. If he's that so 'sad' about Tom liking me, then he can have him. I don't mind. In fact, it'll be a burden off my hands.

    Immediately, he shrieks, slapping his hand lightly on my shoulder with a revolted look. "Don't say such disgusting things, Janna!"

        I rolled my eyes. "So? What happened between you two?"

    "Don't make it sound like something else!"

       I narrowed my eyes at him. "You're the one making double meanings here! Geez."

        He audibly groans, eyes squinted as he huffed before facing the television in defeat. "We made a pact."

     "A pact?"

  
     "Anyway," he coughed, seemingly trying to move the topic, but I didn't mind. They can do their secret or something. It doesn't involve me. "---are you interested in Tom now?"

     "What do you mean?"

    "Geez Janna, I meant to say are you attracted to him or something?" he murmured. "---you can't possibly be not attracted to him."

     "How come?"

      "Because you look like you like him," he absently muttered, like it was just a casual revelation.

    I snorted, leaning forward and grabbed a chip to which Marco scowled but was basically useless. "Me? You're kidding."

     "I mean it's not bad to like him," he shrugs.

      "What's with everyone and shipping me with him?" I rolled my eyes, starting to get irritated. "---can't a girl and guy just be friends?"

    "Not when one has a huge crush on you," he added, leaning forward and plopped a handful of chips in his mouth.

    "I'm sorry if I don't like him okay?" I sarcastically drawled. "---he's too annoying. And persistent, and sometimes really cheesy."

     "You mean his prince-like dialogues?" Marco entertained.

    I chuckled. "Yeah, that. I just don't understand why he likes me, you know? I never did anything to him to make him like me so much."

     "Well he's a weird guy."

   "But he's a good guy," Marco added not a second later, waving a finger up. "---it'd be a bummer if you let go of the person who'll ever like you."

     I sneer. "Rude."

    "What? I'm saying the truth."

"Shut up, brat."

"Old hag."

   "Okay, how about we play this game?" Marco lifts both of his knees and craddles them close to his chest with eyes still strained to the anime.

 
      "Imagine you and Tom dating, do you wanna kiss him and hug him of sorts?"

   "I'm very disturbed by how you sound like a hormonal girl," I scoot a few meters away from him.

      "Just answer, geez."

   "I don't know! I don't know if I want to you know....kiss him or something!"

    "Hmmm...be honest with me," he says a bit too serious for my liking, switching the television off with the remote and then faces me. "---you kissed, haven't you?"

     "What the hell are you saying?!"

    "You're losing your composure, your eyes are slightly dilated," he stares deeply at me. "---you're fidgeting. Yep, you did kiss."

       
         "Stop making assumptions!" I screeched.

    "I've known you for what? 9 years? So, I can tell when you're lying."

    "Curse you."

   "You let him kiss you," he jabs a finger to my direction. "---so deep inside, you like him."

     I opened my mouth to protest but he puts a hand up. "You're really a stubborn ingrown, aren't you?"

       I rolled my eyes.

    "If you really don't like him," he blew a huff of air to his fingers. "---then let me tell you in advance."

    I scrunched my brows.  "About what?"

    "About Tom seeing another girl."

October 13, 2020

S c h o o l  i s h e l l.

Anyway, huhu what happens next? Tom cheating? Janna jealous?