We all know Jared's a kinky boy, right? And that he's gay?
He also falls asleep in this chapter.
[Basically what I'm trying to say is that this gets pretty spicy but it's not like smut or anything so just buckle up]
Another warning: this is probably a filler chapter oops.

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I walked in to my house and slammed the door.

What. The. Hell.

I didn't even know what to think at this point.

I just ran home from Evan's, trying to keep it cool, while inside I'm boiling.

I'm not really exactly sure why I'm angry. Maybe because I didn't see it coming. Should I have seen it coming?

There's so many things wrong with what just happened.

Evan's straight, for one. At least that's always what he's told me. He never mentioned guys being cute or having any attraction to them, so I've kinda always assumed that. I'd think, being his only friend and all, if he was queer, he'd tell me.

Then again, I'm kinda an asshole to him most of the time. Why do I expect him to tell me things?

Maybe that's why I'm angry. I've been an asshole to him our entire lives. Why would he like me?

I trudged up to my room and sat on my bed, taking off my shoes.

He just broke up with Zoe. Like two hours ago. Is it normal to kiss someone two hours after breaking up with a girl you've crushed on since sophomore year? I don't think so.

This doesn't seemed to be aligned correctly.

I took out my phone, turning it on. Surprise, I already had 4 texts from you-know-who.

Jared are you okay
Jared please.
I'm sorry, okay?
I don't know what happened.

Oh really, Evan? You don't know what happened? You don't know that we were pillow fighting over pizza? You don't know that you cause me to fall on top of you, my face right above yours? You don't know that you kissed me?

You don't know that I kissed back?

Why did I kiss back? Another reason why all of this seems like a dream. No, a nightmare. I don't think of Evan like that. Sure, my mind has wondered into danger zones when it comes to boys, but doesn't everyones'? I've had a few thoughts recently about Evan and I walking through a forest. But those were just thoughts! I've never actually thought of Evan like that.

Not really.

I rolled over and my sight got caught on a book on my bookshelf.

My old journal.

Why isn't that in the trash?

I hated my past self.

I threw it across the room. I didn't need my past self to remind me that I'm a moron.

Before I could think better of it, I took out my phone and responded to Evan.

Dude, Chill out.
It's fine.
We're good.
My mom legitimately just needed me home for dinner.

That was a lie, but still. I didn't want Evan all over me trying to apologize.

I decided I should probably just sleep. Sleeping helps me calm down.

I silenced my phone so I wouldn't hear Evan responding and put it on my nightstand. I didn't even bother to take off my jacket or turn off the lights before falling asleep.

I was at school. I walked up to my locker, and talked to Evan. I couldn't hear what we were saying, but we were talking.

He grabbed my arm and dragged me out of school, dropping my backpack on the sidewalk, before taking his off too. "School's for the weak." He says with a smile.

He shoved me into my car and told me to drive wherever my heart takes me. "If you want to brake, brake. If you want to go, go."

And that's what I did. We ended up in Ellison Park. I got a picnic basket out of the trunk, even though I don't remember packing anything.

We sat at a table beside the pond.

I wasn't hungry. I was devastated. Why? I don't know. I pushed the basket to him and he gobbled it up.

"You rather not be here." Evan said, reading my mind. I nodded sheepishly. He took my hand and walked me to his car. He drove me home, and I fell asleep on the car ride.

When I woke up, I was in his arms. It was comfortable. "Oh shit you're awake." He mumbled before starting to put me down.

Before he could, though, I grabbed on to the hem of his shirt and kissed him, as if nonverbally telling him to not let me go.

He sighed and put my down on his bed.

"Wanna do something gay?" I asked.

He looked at me, his face flushed, before rubbing the back of his neck and saying, "As if we haven't done enough of that."

I pulled him forward, so he was on the bed with me.

"Jared..." He whispered. He sounded scared, but just the fact that he said my name turned me on.

Consent, Jared, jeez.

As if reading my mind, he gave me a watery smile and nodded. "Consent granted."

I woke up sweating.

Why was I sweating?

I looked around my room. The lights were off. That's weird, I don't remember turning off my lights.

I felt disgusted, though I wasn't sure why.

I looked on my nightstand and saw my phone and a little notepad. That notepad was a notepad I used to record my dreams. My mom told me when I was in like 6th grade that recording the bits and pieces of dreams I remembered would help me remember more dreams in the future.

But I couldn't remember any bit or piece of whatever dream I just had.

I was sweating, though, so it must of been a nightmare.

Then my mind caught up with me, and I remembered everything that happened before I fell asleep. Zoe, Evan, the pillow fight.

Oh goody-god-dog, what a fun day.

I heard a doorbell and I immediately closed my eyes again, pretending to be asleep. There was no way that wasn't Evan. Of course he'd come over after potentially screwing up his friendship.

I heard the bedroom door open, and my mom say, "I think he's asleep."

Evan laughed nervously.

I heard the door shut.

The weight of my bed shifted to the corner. Evan was sitting on the corner of my bed.

"Jared..." He whispered. He sounded scared. "Jared I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me. Bisexuality, I guess."

I tried so hard not to smirk. He thought I was asleep, he didn't know I was listening.

"But," he giggled, " I don't know why I'd ever want to kiss someone who doesn't put pineapples on their pizza. "

I rolled over subtly. Like a normal sleeping person would. I knew there was a pillow at my feet and that it probably hit Evan when I rolled over.

"But... yeah." He said. "I don't want this to ruin our friendship. I really don't. You're like the only friend I have and my bisexuality was just screaming 'ahhh hot boi you must kiss the hot boi'"

I was trying so freaking hard not to laugh. I was "asleep".

Evan laughed nervously. "Yeah so um. Can you respond now? I've been your friend for 12 years, Jared, I can tell when you're asleep and when you're faking it."

Oh shoot.

"What." I mumbled, sitting up. Evan stared at me for a second, and I realized my hair was probably a mess.

"Oh god, you were sleeping, weren't you?" He said after staring at my hair for 57 seconds. Timed and everything.

I nodded and flopped back on my pillow, hoping Evan would leave my room.

A few seconds later, the weight on the end of the bed was lifted. I heard footsteps, and then a door close.

Evan was gone.

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Published: 7/3/19
Word Count: 1318