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Finns pov

I honestly don't know why I'm jealous, Jack and I aren't even dating. We are best friends and we won't ever date, and I know that.

We arrived at the Café.
"Okay, I'll go get you your cappuccino and you go find is a table."
"Oh, mmkay." I said.

Jack comes walking towards me and the table with one cappuccino.
"So, Finn?" Jack sets the cappuccino in front of me onto the table. "Why did you freak out like that?"
"I didn't freak out."

"You kinda did."

"Okay, Jack. There is nothing to worry about because I don't even really know why I did that."

"Yes you do, I can tell when something is bothering you. You can tell me anything, Finn. You know that."

I sit there, not knowing what to say. I don't want to confess any feelings. I know he won't stop bugging me until I say something. I need to come up with an excuse.

"I know, Jack." I exhale slowly, looking at the lid of my cappuccino.
"I'm being completely honest, I don't know why I did that. If I did I would tell you." I pick my drink up, and take a sip from it. Jack stares at me looking to see If im telling the truth.
"I payed for your drink." Jack says then smiles at me.
"Jack, why?" I smile back at him.
"Because I wanted to make you feel better. I care about you, I was worried something was really wrong." He looks at his hands. God he's so perfect.
"Thank you for caring, Jackieee."

"You're welcome, Finny. I'm still confused though. So you don't know at all why you did that?"

"I have a feeling but I'm not sure if I want to talk about it, being honest."

"Finn." Jack looks at me. He genuinely looks worried. There is no way I'm telling him. This could ruin our friendship.

"Uhh, I have to go. Sorry Jack." I get up and walk towards the door when I feel a hand grip my wrist.  Jack turns me around to face him "Jack, I really think I shou-" He puts his hand on my cheek and leans in and kisses the other. "Finn, I said you can tell me anything."

I'm speechless. How am I supposed to respond to that? All I was able to mutter was, "Jack.."

"Come back to the table. We should talk about this. It's affecting you, and I'm not the only one who notices it. You do too."

"Jack, I have to go. I don't want to talk about this right now. I'll see you tomorrow." And with that, I walked out the door, and walked home. I kinda feel bad, I really wanted to tell him, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
Once I arrived to my house I ran upstairs and into my room without talking to anyone. I lie in bed and all I could think was, "Why did he kiss my cheek?? Why was he so worried? I know he cares because that what best friends do. I hope when I ran off he wasn't upset." As I was trying to come up with answers to my questions, I drifted off to sleep.

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