BFF over BF?

Chapter 13

Jay

“Are you okay?,” Sophie's voice asks.

My eyes snap open in shock, “I thought you were my mom!”.

“Shoulda asked,” she says with a shrug, “Your fault you decided not to”.

“Pfft,” I chuckle.

“Hah,” she laughs.

She holds her arms open and hugs me. “I know somethings wrong with you. I wanna help, but you won’t tell me!,” she says, holding my shoulders and looking into my eyes with her pleading ones.

“I think you should know,” I say, looking down.

“What?!,” she says, looking worried.

“I like —,” I start.

“I know,” she interrupts.

“You do?,” I ask with furrowed brows.

“Yeah,” she says, “I could tell from the start”.

“I’m glad you could, I knew you knew me too well not to know,” I say relieved. “So how do you feel about it,” I say, staring into her eyes intensely.

“I’m glad you finally like some,” she says, looking sad. “But…,” she starts.

“What?,” I ask, starting to worry.

“Nothing,” she says.

“Ok…,” I say awkwardly, looking around slowly. I repeat what she said over and over in my head, wondering what she was gonna say.

“Jay?,” she says, waving her hand in my face. “You there?,” she says as I blink.

“What’re you so lost in thought about?,” she asks with a curious look.

“Doesn’t matter,” I say, waving it off.

We sit there awkwardly until I hear a knock on my door. “Come in!,” I say, glancing at Sophie with a look that says, ‘It’s actually her this time’.

She chuckles.

I roll my eyes so hard I see black spots.

“All right, that’s enough of that,” my mom interjects, making Sophie leave so I can “rest” *Cue eye roll*.

“Eat, then rest,” my mom says, handing me some food and water. As the door shuts I grab everything and follow after my mom. She looks back and says “What’re you doing?”.

“Going to the dinner table,” I say.

“Okay,” she says. “Then sleep”. I turn so my mom can’t see me and roll my eyes. Sophie eyes me, snickering at my eye roll. I sit down and eat my food slowly. My mom side eyes me and say, “why’re you eating like a sloth”.

I shrug. She laughs, going to the couch to turn on the tv.

When I finish up, I wash my dishes and put them away. I head towards my room. Until I heard the sound of Sophie’s mom, saying they were gonna play a board game, I fully intended on going back to sleep.

I screech to a halt. It was all a blur. I don’t know how I got to the table, but once I was there, I was determined to play.

I turn around. I turn back to Sophie and her mom. “Can I play?,” I ask like a child who’s begging for a new toy.

“Sure,” Sophie’s mom says.

I turn back around and notice my mom is glaring past me. As soon as she notices my gaze on her, she softens her glare and raises one eyebrow, looking at me. Her eyes seem to be saying, ‘Really?!’. Not in a mad way, like (you’re in trouble), but in a (Really. I thought you were gonna rest) way. Honestly it’s more of a BrUH moment. *cue memes*.

Aaanyyways, I’m tired of resting. You know when you sleep too much and you can’t sleep the next night. Or when you’re an extrovert, and you’ve been around such little amount of people, you think you’re gonna lose the ability to properly interact with… well anyone. Add that to the fact that I’ve literally been in the same house with my crush for a few days, yet have barely been allowed to talk to her. Yeah. well multiply that by about a month and you might just understand. Man, Sophie’s so beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t just like her for her looks, but I don’t think anyone could ever say anything about her looks, I love her mind and personality.

How come she’s never liked me how she’s liked any of those guys?.

“Jay?,” I hear from Sophie’s voice.

“Yeah?,” I ask.

“You spacing out again?”.

“Yup,” I say, with complete honesty. I throw a glance and sigh In disappointment, because she’s someone I could never hope to hold in my arms.

“Something wrong?,” she asks.

“No.” I say, looking deep into her eyes, and hope, for just a moment, that someday I can.

“Maybe someday,” I mumble under my breath, so quietly, that even while next to me, she can’t hear.

A tear falls down my cheek, and so, with that tear goes my hope. I feel a hand on my face, and the tear is gone. “You sure you’re good?,” Sophie asks, as I look at her hand on my face, wiping away the tears. I look into her eyes with longing that can never be fulfilled.

I look away at her mom, and the look on her face is so funny I have to suppress my laugh.

“Can we start the game now?,” she asks, picking up the dice with stiff movements. I can’t help myself. I burst out laughing and everyone else couldn’t help but join in.

When we finish the game, I look at my mom and the look on her face tells me she’s not playing this time. “Can I actually come out tomorrow?,” I ask. “I’ve been resting a lot”.

“Fine.” she says. I look at her and get my butt to my room, before she has the chance to throw her shoe, or come after me for not listening. I don’t wanna have to sleep with one eye open. I’m not one of those kids who thinks they're too old for a whoopin. I may be hurt, but I ain’t stupid.

I lay down and I’m out.

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“Mornin~”. My eyes shoot open and I see a shadow towering over me. I shoot up and get ready to swing.

“Ow,” I hear Sophie’s voice. My eyes focus and I notice her rubbing her head.

“My bad!,” I say with a wince, suddenly noticing the pain.

“You okay?,” I ask concerned.

“You have a hard head!”.

“Can I see?,” I ask. She removes her hand and steps closer.

I kiss her softly where we bumped heads and she looks at me with an expression I don’t recognize. I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow.

“Nothing,” she says, shaking her head. “Let’s go get breakfast”.