I'm Reflected

Chapter Seven

Well then, it has certainly been a while since I have updated on this. Ha ha ha..... I am so sorry for those of you who read my stories. Any way, Chapter Seven? Here we go:
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Jonah's P.O.V 

I open my eyes and all I see is pink clouds and a misty blue sky. I'm smiling and there's nothing else that could make me feel less safe. I'm at the place, I'm at the place where I meet Nash, I'm at the place where I meet Nash because this is the day I'm going to tell him I like him.

I've known him for four years, I've been friends with him for all of those, but I've liked him this past one year. Do I even know if you really do like him? If I do, Id think it'd feel less like I'm about to barf up translucent butterflies when I'm with him. He does something, maybe a little thing and I can't help but watch and smile because he's here and for some reason he's here with me. How do I tell him all this? How do I even know I should? I'm thirteen and I like my best friend.

"You know Nash, you should really try to keep your thoughts to yourself."

If my hair stood up any faster and if I jumped any higher, I would have been mistaken for a cat-no joke.

"W-what? No! Stop reading my mind! Gosh, Nash!" I roll over away from him, hiding my face in the process. What the Hell!

I feel the cloud wiggle as Nash settles next to me, "I can't really stop reading minds on will yet, but I can tell you that you should really tell this guy how you're feeling".

"Absolutely NOT!"

He laughs out loud. His laugh is so cute. NO STOP THAT. Shut up, Jonah. His laugh sounds like the cute little "he he hes" that make a day better, but they aren't obnoxious. It's perfect.

I turn back to him "Maybe you should tell who you're crushing on you like them." 

"Hah, well it's not that easy..."

Ouch, so he does like someone...jerk. "y-yeah, so like don't go judging or whatever, pushing me to do something because obviously you can't, you know. You're a hypocrite and you have, uh, no room to speak and so you should really just stop. You know?"

"Okay, Jonah! One question though, who is this guy then? He must be pretty neat to get your attention!"

".....You have no idea, really"

"Oh, I call BULL"

He laughs and punches my arm. I sit up to look at him, " You are probably right," I mutter. Nash blinks and tilts his head to the side.

"I am? Wait, so I'm right to call bull?" He got giddy, "Do I know him? Is he cool? Can you give me the first letter of his name?"

With his questions I realize something, he's totally fine with me liking another guy. So Nash doesn't like me like that.

"What department is he from? Jonah honestly I-? Jonah? What's wrong? You started to frown... was it something I said? OH! You're not ready yet to say anything, I'm sorry" Nash pulled away from sitting next to me so instead, we were face to face.

"No, it's not that" I give him a small smile. He's so idiotic, it sucks.

 Nash looks at me puzzled, "Well, I'm trying my best".

"It's- you know what? Nevermind, stop." My hands do a gesture to all of him and I look away from him. This day turned to utter crud, not only do I finally accept I like this guy, but when I do... I find out that he put me so far in the friend zone that I'm practically the guy in the dorky uniform that greets you to a place you're never getting out of.