Walk Me Home

content: 1261 words of unedited friends to ? with Jean. I hope it makes some sort of sense.

an- This was very sudden and I didn’t mean to write this. Oops. Also I totally associate this song with best friend Jean. Might not quite go but in my head it does!

Hanging out with your best friend on Saturday night like always, waiting for your other friends to head over after their day together, you lay on his bed staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, do you want some…” His voice trails off when he comes back from the kitchen seeing what snacks are available. “You okay?”

It’s obvious you’re a bit distracted. Even if your eyes weren’t a little empty and you didn’t hear him coming, he would know something is up.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You ask, eyes still watching the ceiling fan.

Jean isn’t sure what you’re talking about, but knows the answer. “What? Of course not.” He comes and sits down next to you.

“Then why can’t…I mean, why aren’t I with someone?” Everyone has been pairing off and though you have your friend group, dates for you are far and few between.

Is it you? Is it them? You don’t necessarily seek anyone out or go looking for a relationship. But shouldn’t one find you? A good one? Not the stupid flings you had in high school that usually left you crying on Jeans shoulder.

You’re getting older now. It’s your second year of college and it’s been months since anyone has even looked your way it seems.

Jean clears his throat, interrupting your thoughts.

You finally look over and see he’s trying to move closer. Once you scoot further in he lays down next to you.

It’s not unusual. You’ve shared a bed before, whether just hanging out watching a movie or spending the night, because it was the most comfortable option for both of you.

“You don’t need anyone, you know.” He tells you, looking into your eyes.