Jonahs pov- I have never seen him so sad. All he does is sit in his room all day. He doesnt speak or really move. He wont tell anyone what is wrong. But today i decided i was going to force him to tell me. Tate made breakfast so i put some on a plate. I knock and walk in. I set down the plate on his nightstand. He is rolled over, facing the wall. His room is dark, the binds closed. I sit down on the corner of his bed. After a minute of silence i say: Jonah: "daniel" *silence* Jonah: "daniel, i need you to tell me." *dani rolls over and looks at jonah. Tears well up in his eyes.* Daniel: "y/n-" *he chokes out* Jonah: "im sorry, who?" This story was writin in 2018 by a small me so I apologize for any spelling mistakes or cringeyness, etc. THANKS FOR THE READS! Also vote! 💞